Individual parts:

 

HMGA2 - Intro: http://pastebin.com/z5MaYqCe

 

HMGA2 - Chapter 1: http://pastebin.com/Reyn2Q4D

 

HMGA2 - Chapter 2: http://pastebin.com/r3rU98BR

 

HMGA2 - Chapter 3: http://pastebin.com/A78S5KrM

 

HMGA2 - Chapter 4: http://pastebin.com/HEnLpsSc

 

HMGA2 - Chapter 5: http://pastebin.com/TPALFVvZ

 

HMGA2 - Chapter 6: http://pastebin.com/Uf7gMK3h

 

HMGA2 - Chapter 7: http://pastebin.com/bY1aDNC5

 

HMGA2 - Chapter 8: http://pastebin.com/nbEMCDhE

 

HMGA2 - Chapter 9: http://pastebin.com/0zGWX5eJ

 

HMGA2 - Chapter 10: http://pastebin.com/pNn74a9Y

 

HMGA2 - Epilogue: http://pastebin.com/M7mBB1US

 

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Intro:

 

It’s been probably seventy five to eighty years since monster girls came to Earth. No one really knows how or why they did, but they did. Of course some people didn’t like aliens invading their planet, so some bad things happened, but everything was quickly sorted out. It’s been about twenty four years or so, give or take a few months, since you were born, which would put your birthday right around the fiftieth anniversary of what’s now commonly referred to as ‘first contact’. There are still a few problems with monster girls ‘proactively dating’, as they like to call it, but that’s the only real major issue. Of course the world governments had a whale of a time drumming up new laws to accommodate the new species along with still protecting human rights, from civil rights like voting to other things like children. One issue that was hard to deal with was education. Global standards had to be established, and each individual academic institution also had to deal with inter-species mingling as well, mostly at the high school and college level.

 

The university you’re currently studying at is one of the few to make it in international news, not for its fuck-ups in dealing with complications involving monster girls, but for how the university actually manages to handle the complications in such a way that everyone is happy, for the most part at least. Because of this, the university has become renowned for the students who graduate with a degree or certificate in human/demi-human relations, and as such has risen in the ranks to be one of THE colleges to attend right up with Harvard, M.I.T., Yale, Notre Dame, Oxford, Cambridge, and others.

 

Of course being such a prestigious institution, you have no right to be here. Sure, you did well enough in school before, but here? You can barely write a seven-page research paper, let alone solve derivative equations that ask for the value of X when there are a dozen other numbers and three other variables inside the same set of parentheses. And yet, you still somehow managed to get in on a scholarship, probably because of the fact that you were raised by a monster girl alongside your human father, whatever kind of experience that gave you. People can get scholarships for the stupidest reasons.

 

You never really knew your biological human mother though. Just a few bits and pieces that your dad shared with you over the years. You’ve just assumed that she either died when you were very young or her and your father had some sort of disagreement between them resulting in her wanting to have nothing to do with you or her ex-husband.

 

The actual physical part of the school itself isn’t terribly interesting compared to its reputation. There’s a large brick building that’s clearly labeled as the operations building where all of the decisions regarding how the college is run are made, and connected to it is the student services building where new or current students can sort out stuff like class schedule, living accommodations, or financing. Behind it, the wide snaking cement pathway moves across the open college grounds, splitting off in different directions to connect to the smaller commons in front of other buildings. Right in the very center of the campus is an impressive, and enormous, circular fountain that was gifted to the college by some international organization for the college’s ‘continued efforts in promoting interspecies peace and tranquility’ or something like that. Close to the quad where the fountain is the commons building where faculty and students can eat, study, or hang out with friends. The illustrious library is directly across from it along with the theater building. At the far end of campus, on the opposite side to where the main operations building is, is where most of the dorms and other accommodations are, along with the track and indoor/outdoor stadiums. Most of the human males live in dorms separate from the monster girls, although a few lucky sonsabitches have monster girl roommates. You, sadly, are not one of them.

 

However unlucky you think yourself for not getting an attractive and stacked Mamono as a roommate, you were still fortunate enough to be on the good end of a computer error and got a dorm room meant for two to three people all for yourself. Since the room is oversized, the single bed you call your sleeping space only takes up about a fifth of the room, rather than three quarters of it if you were in a single room. Having extra space, you were able to fit a cheap imitation wood desk from IKEA at the foot of the cot that you can use for homework or playing games. You even managed to find a spot in the increasingly cramped space for a minifridge and microwave as well. You managed to brighten up the room a bit with some posters on the walls, but weren’t able to do anything about the dull curtains covering the third-story window overlooking the small plaza in front of your dorm. Other than that, you had to shove everything else either in the closet, under the bed, or somewhere else. The antiquated wind-up alarm clock that some previous inhabitant left for you blares its shrill ring right in your ear, waking you up for your very first day of classes as a freshman.

 

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Chapter 1:

 

Groggily, you rise up from the stiff mattress and punch the deafening alarm. The thin sheets fall off your half-clothed form as you rise up from your restless slumber, taking in the darkened room. You dig through your closet to find some clothing and find a pair of unfolded jeans, a wrinkled shirt, and some white socks. You grab the heavy backpack laying near the door to your room, and head out to the elevator to ride it down to the ground floor so you can leave the building.

 

The early morning air is dark, and with it a chill as fall yields to winter. Almost all of the trees are bare save for a few brown leaves still clinging to life, and the grass has yet another coating of frost as the dawn temperatures are still well below what is acceptable for anyone, lamias especially. The lights dotting the pathways make the shrubbery and occasional drowsy student cast an ominous shadow as you walk towards the cafeteria to find something warm to eat. Inside is rather quiet apart from the shuffling of feet and still tired yawns as the line up to the food counter slowly moves forward as you make your way closer and closer to a tray with a bowl of lukewarm oatmeal and coffee that would be better off being called vapid slag. No one really pays attention to anything other than their food, and you lazily stir your soft breakfast as you stare out into the plaza outside.

 

An alert on your phone tells you that you really should be getting to class, so you dump the rest of the boring porridge into the trash and clutch the Styrofoam cup holding the piping hot liquid and walk to where to the building where your first class, Mamono and Human Relations Studies, is. Of course no one wants to learn about the history between monster girls and humans or why everyone should play nice together, but it’s one of the required courses for any degree or certificate at the college. Inside the lecture hall is a bit noisier than outside as people finally start waking up, but most people are still trying to get a few more precious moments of slumber before the professor arrives. You find an empty seat near the front row and slump into it, nearly spilling the scalding coffee all over your legs, and look around the wide room. It’s about a 50/50 mix of humans and monster girls, with about another 50/50 split of male and female in the human half. You can see a dragon girl dragging a still-slumbering lamia behind her as the chairs are gradually filled, and a harpy girl is seemingly the only one in the room that isn’t half-zombie right now. About ten minutes pass since you entered before the professor slams the door open and charges across the floor to the podium in the middle of the room. Thankfully he’s a human, so you’re spared most of the ‘oh we did nothing wrong humans attacked us first’ bullshit as he drones on and on about inter-human relations.

 

Thankfully though the lecture ends a few hours later, and a smattering of moving chairs and raised voices start filling the room as everyone gets up for their next class, and you follow suit. The weather outside is a bit better now, if still a little colder than you’d like. Almost all of the frost on the lawn has evaporated, and most of the ice inside the central fountain has melted too. There are hardly any clouds in the sky, and the few birds that haven’t gone south are freely chirping in the twiggy trees. You didn’t have to take it, but you figured you’d be able to meet a nice monster girl in your Human Biology class anyways. Of course a few other people had the same idea, so you’re one of about six males in the class. This class is mandatory for monster girls, and inversely Mamono Biology is mandatory for human students.

 

The room is laid out in more of a traditional class style, with sets of two desks side by side in neat rows from the front of the room to the back, with enough seats for forty people and narrow pathways between each pair of desks. A separate desk rests off to the side near the front for the teacher, and the front wall is dominated by a currently empty whiteboard with a retracted pull-down screen for the projector mounted in the ceiling at the back. There are posters that you’d find in any humanity-related biology class: a poster with each system of the human body, something saying that the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell, typical science stuff. There’s also a fake, and unquestionably spooky, skeleton in the corner. Apparently you were almost late, as all the other humans in the class managed to find a seat next to a fellow man and there are only two empty seats left. You ignore the cat-calls when you walk in the door and drop into one of the free chairs. Luckily for you though, you weren’t the last person to arrive as right before the (surprisingly monster girl) professor starts diving in right away one more monster girl practically crashes through the door and, much to your delight, is forced to sit next to you.

 

From what you understand about different Mamono body types, hers is what would be categorized as a holstaurus. Judging by how her turtleneck sweater is stretching over her blossoming chest you guess she’s somewhere in the ‘very large’ cup size, but if you were privy to what she wears you’d know that the extremely gifted monster girl sports 34K breasts. Her magnificent udders bounce quite suggestively as she plops her full butt in the chair next to you, and oh what a butt it is. You could practically lose yourself in the squishy flesh, not to mention how glorious her expansive hips are, how her tantalizing thighs strain against the fabric of her soft winter leggings, or how cushiony her midsection looks. Of course her pants only go down to about where her knee would be before they stop, exposing the vibrant brown fur of her legs before again they change to her ‘feet’: a large piece of tough keratin in the shape of a hoof. Her long bovine tail flops out through the hole in the back of the chair, and the knot of hair at the end barely brushes the carpeted floor as she curls the rest of her tail around a few times in her seat. Your eyes rove from her lower body, pausing ever so slightly on her gelatinous bosom before finally reaching her head. The long wavy strands of her vivid mane are colored a deep chestnut brown, and her eyes are a rich ocean blue. Her plump lips glisten slightly from errant moister still standing after she went from the frigid outdoors to the pleasant interior of the building you’re currently in, and her floppy ears are tucked under furry earmuffs leaving her short horns exposed. If you had to guess, you’d put her at right around six feet tall from hoof to horn, and right around the same age as you.

 

“Well thank you for joining us, I was just about to start teaching everyone about humans before you barged in, uh…”

 

“Emily.” the holstaurus next to you responds.

 

“Right. Emily. Try and wake up earlier so you don’t come in late next time.”

 

“Yes ma’am.”

 

“Right, as I was saying…”

 

The rest of the class time is spent jotting down notes from the textbook and from what the professor tells you, before the next bell rings across campus, signaling the end of another uninteresting first half of the day and starting the lunch hour. Well you did sign up for this class in hopes of making a monster girl as a friend, so why not start with the holstaurus that sat next to you.

 

“Hey, uh, Emily, right?” you call out as she’s about to walk out the front door of the building.

 

“Oh hey, uh…I never got your name.”

 

“Anon. Anyways, I was thinking maybe we could eat lunch together and later on be study buddies for class, if needed.”

 

“Yeah sure, why not? Might as well get to know each other since we’re probably going to end up sitting next to each other a lot anyways. Become friends, you know?”

 

“After you.” you say, holding the door for her. Emily smiles at your act of chivalry before you follow her to the café. You chat idly about what you both are planning on pursuing while eating before an hour later another bell chimes, and everyone starts filing out the multiple doors.

 

“Before I forget, here’s my number Emily.”

 

“Thanks, I’ll call you if I need any help. See you tomorrow!”

 

Unlike your new cowgirl friend, you actually don’t have any more classes today so instead of heading off to another building to be tortured for at least another two hours, you stroll back to your dorm and up the stairs before flopping down on the rickety chair in front of your paltry desk, and play some video games.

 

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Chapter 2:

 

For the first week or two of your first semester is really nothing special: go to class, text Emily a lot and stare at her wobbly tits and fleshy rear end way more than you should, and procrastinate when you should really be doing homework. The cowgirl finally takes you up on your offer to be ‘study buddies’ and suggests that the two of you meet in her room after classes are over for the week so that you can give the other person a few pointers on their respective species’ physiology for an upcoming exam, or at least that’s what she implied. Even though you have barely enough cash to buy yourself Asian take-out or pizza every now and again, you still think of something to do together or somewhere to take her afterwards.

 

Winter has come early though because a Yuki-Onna saw her shadow, probably scaring her and making winter come six weeks before it should. There was a very thin dusting of snow on the ground in the morning, and even though it’s now past midday, there are still a few patches remaining in the more shaded areas. There’s also no point in keeping the fountain running if it’d just freeze overnight, although the frozen arcs of water would look really nice when they’d sparkle in the sun. The frigid air bites at your exposed face as you draw your coat more tightly around you, and your shoes crunch across the frozen grass and scattered patches of white powder as you hurry to get out of the chill and inside the building where your voluptuous holstaurus friend awaits a few hundred feet away.

 

A few girls look your way when you open the door, and one lamia gets pissed and yells at you for letting all the cold in, but you ignore her as you stroll through the common area on the ground floor and up the stairwell to the second floor where Emily’s room is. Adjusting the strap on your bag, you clear your throat a bit before lightly rapping your knuckles on the ajar door. Scrambling noises pass through the small crack between the wooden door and frame and you catch a glimpse of what you think is an extremely large and very lacy undergarment meant for supporting a woman’s chest before it’s snatched from view and the owner rapidly pulls something open before slamming it closed again, the provocative clothing presumably being hidden away somewhere in the room away from view. If the thought of Emily wearing nothing but that bra and matching panties as she offered to do something lewd with you didn’t make you hard, then when the zaftig cowgirl opens the door all the way and nearly suffocating you in her deep cleavage when she gave you an affectionate hug certainly did. You were able to catch a peek at what she was wearing before your face was stuffed full of tit, and when she pulled away you were able to get a better look.

 

She’s wearing thick black sweatpants that hug her well-proportioned legs beautifully, and her woolen shirt is pulled across her more than ample breasts tightly. Some of the holstaurus’ other garments are hung up near or on the door; the heavy marshmallow jacket sharing a hook on the door with a broad scarf, and cute little pink mittens poking out of one of the pockets of the coat. A few more winter garments are piled on an end table near the door, but there isn’t much else that stands out in the room. There’s a bed in the corner with half-made sheets, a few posters on the wall, a pile of clothing in the corner, a desk, and when Emily notices your eyes roam over the drawer that’s half-open with what’s obviously the same piece of clothing you saw earlier poking out over the top she quickly stuffs it into the drawer further and closes the offending dresser, but the damage is done.

 

“Sorry about the mess, Anon. Been busy with schoolwork, and since the room is entirely mine and I don’t really invite anyone in I never really saw a reason to keep it spotless.”

 

“Eh, my room’s sometimes worse than this. No big deal.” you reassure her.

 

After exchanging pleasantries, you step inside and kick the door closed before starting what you came here for. Well not entirely helping each other study, you also ogled her chest as much as you could without her noticing as well. You go through a few chapters in order together, and most of her questions are about how humans live day to day, and your questions about Mamono are similar. You notice that a few hours later after finishing a chapter when Emily turns the page, her cheeks turn crimson. You too blush a little when you read the chapter title on the next page: Reproduction and Sexuality. Beads of sweat start forming on your brow, and you glance at the monster girl sitting next to you and find her still staring at the page. Thinking quickly, you diffuse the awkwardness and break the tense silence.

 

“Uh, I think I’m done for now, what about you Emily?” you ask, and a few seconds later you get a reply.

 

“Y-yeah, I think I’m good.”

 

“Well now that we decided that we’re done, do you want to go out and maybe get something to eat or maybe some actually decent coffee compared to the crap that they have here? I’ll pay.” When the monster girl sitting next to you hears your proposal of a ‘date’, she blushes a little more.

 

“Y-yeah, that sounds wonderful Anon! I’d love to!” she says, managing to regain some of her composure after running into a subject the two of you were too nervous to talk about.

 

“Great, let me just put my things back in my dorm and grab something that won’t make me freeze to death, and I’ll meet you back here.”

 

Snapping your textbook shut, you get up and bid the pretty cowgirl farewell if only for a short while until you return, receiving another boner-inducing hug before you leave. Thankfully you thought of getting your own winter coat along with some gloves and thick wool socks and a knit hat, because the temperature has dropped even more as the sun starts to set. Hardly anyone is out anymore since it’s really cold out and classes are over for the weekend, so in no time you’re bundled up and ready to go. Emily had the same idea as you when you got back to her dorm and she’s wearing enough clothing that almost all of her delicious curves are hidden but it’s pretty much impossible to hide the contours of breasts THAT large, even with two or three layers of shirts and a jacket. Being chivalrous yet again, you hold the door for your female friend and leave campus to walk into town and find somewhere to go.

 

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Chapter 3:

 

The sun is just now dipping below the horizon, painting the sky a deep mixture of oranges and purples, making the few clouds out glow with fiery colors. Although it’s a little difficult to tell, the holstaurus walking with you blushes a little and giggles when you flirt with her, comparing nature’s beauty to her own. It’s also incredibly cold, and Emily’s breath along with your own fog in the chill air while you walk. A few cars are parked along the tree-lined street, their windows frosting over and the bare wood on the trees is cold to the touch.

 

“Are you sure you know where you’re going Anon?”

 

“Of course. I know this town like the back of my hand.” The truth is, you can barely get around on campus, let alone a college town. Luckily though, you manage to stumble on the main street and find a small pizzeria that isn’t crowded with a bunch of people. Thankfully you step out of the cold and into the relative warmth of the café and find a table near the window.

 

“See, I told you I knew where I was going Emily.” You say, grinning at her from across the table.

 

“Yeah, whatever. I’m just glad to be inside where it’s warm instead of freezing my butt off outside.” She responds, pulling off her coat and draping it over the back of her plastic chair, the curvature of her massive breasts now plainly visible beneath the two thick shirts the cowgirl is wearing; the bumps of her nipples only just showing through the fabric. Yeah, freezing your tits off as well you think to yourself. Looking over the menu, you decide on a plain pepperoni pizza to share, and for your beverage you order a nice tall, refreshing glass of Coca-Cola to drink. The good kind. The one made with the real cane sugar, not that high fructose corn syrup shit. Unsure of what to have herself, the holstaurus sitting across from you just orders the same thing, and you strike up a conversation while you wait for your food.

 

“So what made you want to study here instead of someplace else Emily?”

 

“I dunno, just thought that it seemed like a good place to go. It has a good reputation, from what I read Mamono and humans mix well together, and that it had a really good nursing program, which was what I’ve been wanting to do.”

 

As soon as the cowgirl uttered the word ‘nursing’, your mind is immediately filled with images of a topless Emily nursing a young child with her massive, oversized, cream-filled tits rather than what she meant of: the whole doctoring thing where someone takes your temperature and whacks your knee with a small triangular rubber mallet. Your mouth begins to water at the thought of suckling from her yourself, but fortunately the greasy pizza arrives right around the same time as when your mind is filled with perverse thoughts so your cowgirl friend doesn’t notice you drawing a blank as you stare hungrily at her chest. Shaking your head, you dive into the piping hot pizza and start eating.

 

“So what made you come here Anon?” she asks through melted cheese and fatty dough.

 

“Not really sure. I thought, ‘What the hell.’ and applied for a scholarship and managed to get one.”

 

“Oh really? What’s it for?”

 

“Well apparently they said that since I was raised by a human father and Mamono mother, I should study here.”

 

“But I thought monster girls only had monster girl children, not humans.”

 

“She’s actually not my biological mother. From what my father has told me, something happened between him and my real mother when I was really young that caused her to either not want to be, or unable to be, around him and me anymore.”

 

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry Anon.” Emily gasps, covering her mouth with one of her palms.

 

“You don’t have to be. I never really knew her, apparently she left right around when I was two or three. At least I still had two loving parents to raise me, even if one of them wasn’t actually my blood relative, not to mention her being an Arachne. Apparently my dad met my stepmother in a coffee shop somewhere and that’s the end of that. What about your parents Emily?”

 

“Well my dad worked as a cook in some diner with my mom who was a hostess before they were together, and then stuff happened, they got married, and now I’m here.”

 

“Oh come on, there’s got to be more than that.”

 

“Not really. My mom always teased my dad about how he would always ogle her instead of doing his job while she did hers, and then they started spending some time together. After that came marriage, and after marriage came a baby in the baby carriage. Although in my parent’s case it was four.”

 

“Jesus, your mother had quadruplets?!” you ask, eyes wide with shock, nearly spraying Emily with soda.

 

“Dear god no! I was their first child, then about eight years later I got two twin sisters, and then another eight years or so after THAT they had another child.”

 

“So you’re the eldest of four, then? I can’t imagine caring for an eight year old and then having two infants to deal with, then after that dealing with teenager bullshit, two eight year old twins, AND a baby at the same time.”

 

“Yeah. I remember them both constantly looking exhausted when my two sisters were born. Having to deal with caring for not one but two beings that can’t fend for themselves and a young holstaurus at the same time would be hard.”

 

“Luckily for my dad and stepmom it was just me, and even then I was already like two years old so at least my mother didn’t have to deal with some of the infant stuff.”

 

The words just keep on flowing between you as the evening grows older before eventually turning to night, bringing with it even blacker skies and colder temperatures.

 

“Ready to go?” you ask her, having finished the dinner you ordered at least half an hour ago.

 

“Sure, it’s getting late and dark and we should probably head back to campus.” she responds.

 

Plastic scrapes on tile as the two of you stand, and once again the cowgirl’s breasts wobble slightly as she redresses herself for the long, cold walk back to the dorms, putting her puffy winter jacket back on over her torso. You do the same, putting on your own heavy coat before waiting at the door for Emily before opening it for her. You dash out right after, quickly leaving the pizzeria behind you as the both of you hurry back. You almost want to run, but instead opt to walk calmly with the cowgirl. You notice on the trek back she is progressively getting closer and closer to you, whether she’s doing it on purpose or not you don’t know. About halfway back to your dorms you look down at your hand and spot her gloved hand dangerously close to your own. You look back up to her, but she doesn’t notice you staring back at her. As much as you’d want to intertwine your fingers in hers, you’ll have to settle for normal hand-holding instead. It’s still nice though. As you gently clutch her hand in your own, you look back to Emily’s face and even though she’s still looking ahead down the street, you still catch her smiling as the two of you pass under a streetlight. Sadly though the hand-holding ends and you arrive back in front of the door to her dorm room after arriving back on school grounds.

 

“Thanks for everything Anon.” Emily declares, hugging you a bit awkwardly as you’re still both dressed in layers of clothing. You can still feel her sizable bosom compressed between the two of you though even through your two shirts, your jacket, and her three layers of clothing.

 

“Don’t mention it. I don’t normally get to help a pretty cowgirl study and treating her afterwards to dinner.” Sometimes it may seem like empty flattery, but you really do think she’s attractive. Gorgeous even. Emily blushes profusely when you let her know.

 

“Aww thank you Anon! What would I do without you?” she smiles before bringing you in for another light but clumsy embrace

 

“Well you wouldn’t be doing this, that’s for sure.” you respond before moving in to kiss her, the both of you still hugging one another.

 

Your mouths meet, and in that moment electrical sensations play across your mouth as it’s pressed up against her plush ruby lips, butterflies are born in your stomach, and your arms move from around her waist to ever so slightly bring her head in closer as two pairs of eyes softly close. Earlier in the day, you were expecting this to just be a study session with a friend followed by grabbing a bite to eat afterwards. Totally not a date at all. Instead, it started as two friends helping one another to prepare for a class and ended with them walking home in the dark holding hands before sharing a first kiss in front of the girl’s door. You pull away after keeping your lips locked to hers for a few seconds, and when you look in her vibrant sapphire eyes you read a tumult of emotion. Happiness. Joy. Shock. Surprise. Love. Admiration. Smiling softly you give her a soft peck on the lips.

 

“See you in class next week.” you say before turning around to head back to your own room.

 

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Chapter 4:

 

You’d be lying if you said you knew what kissing Emily would feel like. Despite it being a surprise though, it was a pleasant one. The feeling of her lips on your own, the faint sensations of her hot breath right before your mouths met, how she didn’t push away or try to stop you. The only way that the evening could have gone better is if you were able to hold her hand more closely and intertwine your fingers with hers earlier. Whatever, you still got to hold hands, you still got some nice hugs, and you kissed her at the end of it all. You send her a goodnight text, smiling face emoji included, before wasting a few more hours of your time on the internet and going to bed. You can’t help but feel though as if you forgot something right as you left the holstaurus in front of her room. It’s probably nothing, though. Just some silly joke or whatever that you wanted to tell her but didn’t.

 

Your dreams are plagued by the previous night’s events, but in a good way. Your mind played those last few minutes over and over. It was nice being able to kiss her like that in that moment, and you don’t think that it could have been any better. Waking up in the morning was awful though. Your head hurts, you can barely breathe through your nose if at all, your lungs feel like they’ve been filled up with jelly, and then someone decided to sit on top of your chest and stay there. You thought you were prepared enough last night, but apparently not. You have the flu, a really bad one at that, and you go back to the few hours before you went to sleep last night. Shit, hopefully you didn’t give Emily the same thing since you kissed her right on the mouth. The only real upside to this is that you won’t have to show up for classes for a few days and be slowly tortured to death by the professor droning on and on about stuff no one cares about. This of course is heavily outweighed by the fact that you’ll probably have to play catch up on homework assignments later on, plus you’ll be unable to ogle your sexy cowgirl friend either. Speaking of sexy cowgirl friends, yours has sent you a good morning text, but instead of a smiley face at the end, she put in a ‘<3’. You shoot her a reply before laying back down in bed and trying to get a little more rest.

 

It’s almost impossible to get any sleep though as your headache is keeping you from relaxing, and it’s damn near impossible to breathe comfortably either. You manage to find the strength to get up and trudge down to the cafeteria and grab about five or six different microwavable bowls of chicken noodle soup before shuffling back to your dorm where you’ll most likely be staying for the next week. About four days into your suffering, Emily calls you on your cellphone.

 

“Oh thank god you’re still alive Anon. I haven’t seen you at all since the weekend and I thought you got lost in town or something.”

 

“Well, as you probably can hear, I’m sick. I’ve also been lying in bed for the past three days.” you croak.

 

“Oh god Anon. Hang on, I’ll be right over!”

 

“Wait Emily, I don-” and she’s hung up on you. Goddamnit. You already have enough chicken noodle soup to last you another week, and you’re certainly not going to be doing anything other than sleeping or going on the internet or playing video games if you can get out bed during that time. Oh well, at least you’ll be able to talk to Emily for a bit face-to-face instead of over the phone or via text. True to her word, the holstaurus is right at your door in a matter of minutes. She doesn’t even bother knocking before she barges through the door and over to your bed. Emily nearly faints when she sees your ghostly expression.

 

“Jesus Anon, are you alright?”

 

“Well now that you’re here, yeah.” you say, smiling wearily before a small coughing fit overtakes you. “Ugh, I hate being sick.”

 

“Well don’t you worry about a thing!” the cowgirl says. “Nurse Emily will take care of you!” You smile a little at the thought of not having to do anything for yourself while she fusses over you, however emasculating it may be. “First thing’s first though, you need to take a shower. You smell terrible.”

 

The thought of taking a nice, long, hot shower definitely raises your spirits, not to mention the image of doing so with the curvy cowgirl raising something else. Emily’s luscious breasts, her flared hips, those substantial thighs, the abundance of her ass, the plump curve of her stomach; everything about her is making you feel a bit better all over despite her physical features not actually doing anything.

 

“Are you listening to me, Anon, or are you thinking about something completely different?”

 

“Right, uh, sorry.” you apologize. “A little assistance, please?”

 

You try to adjust the sheets and your pajama pants to hide your growing erection but it’s no use. Emily hauls you up from the bed and you face plant into her deep cleavage, your stiff member poking her in the stomach. While you certainly felt it prodding her she doesn’t seem to notice, or show that she did, as you are helped towards the showers. The cowgirl trusts you enough to not die, and she heads back to your room as you ready for a much-needed shower. The scalding water quickly fills the room with steam and you stand under the stream contently, just enjoying the relief that the water running over you brings. After letting the hot, humid air clear your head and sinuses a bit, you actually do what you came here for and wash your body all over, worried that Emily will be able to tell if you didn’t properly bathe.

 

Toweling off, you redress and walk back to your room, thankful that you can at least breathe through your nose for once and your headache has actually receded a bit. You find the cowgirl bustling around your room, trying to clean the mess up a bit and you cough a bit to let her know you’re back. Doing so wasn’t the smartest thing to do as you start uncontrollably hacking up phlegm as you brace yourself on the doorframe.

 

“Anon!” Emily gasps before rushing over to hold you as another coughing fit wracks your body, and she practically carries you over to your bed before tucking you in. She even went as far as to fluff your pillow, and in doing so her massive breasts are thrust right into your face, letting you peer down her shirt past her abyssal cleavage.

 

“You really should be more careful Anon. You really are sick.”

 

“Yeah well, I feel fine. And if I’m not actually fine, I at least have you to look after me.” you say. Emily nearly suffocates you as she hugs you tightly after internally debating whether or not to kiss you or give you a hug. You DO have a nasty cold after all. Pulling away after nearly asphyxiating you with her massive bosom, the cowgirl reaches over to the bowl of soup she prepared while you were bathing and starts feeding you like a baby. For the next few hours, Emily sits on the edge of your bed, taking care of you and helping you recover while making sure you don’t suddenly keel over dead.

 

Looking at the clock on the nightstand and noticing that it’s becoming quite late a few days later after yet another session of you lying in bed while Emily spoon-feeds you hot soup and fussing over your sick form, you suggest that she go and get some rest of her own.

 

“You get better now, you hear?” the holstaurus commands after giving you a kiss on the forehead.

 

“Yeah, sure thing. Oh, and Emily?” you stop her right as she’s about to get up from the mattress, still leaning slightly over your torso. You reach up to gently hold her and pull her in lightly before giving her another deep kiss.

 

“Thanks.” you say, smiling up at her after letting her go. Forgoing any inhibitions she may have had earlier, Emily leans back in and reciprocates, locking her lips with yours. With a bit of effort she embraces you yet again, lovingly caressing your head as she passionately, but tenderly, repays your affections for a few seconds.

 

“I-I’ll come get you tomorrow in the morning Anon. We still have that test in Human Biology, remember?”

 

“Ugh, thanks for reminding me.” you groan. The cowgirl smiles before giving you a delicate see-you-later peck on the lips before finally standing up, yelping slightly and jumping a bit as you give her squishy butt a pinch. Her bovine tail slaps you in the face, and she leaves the room to let you rest, but not before giving her lovely behind a little sensual wiggle as she closes the door behind her.

 

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Chapter 5:

 

Smiling softly to yourself, you drop back onto the bed, sighing heavily. As much as you want to ignore it, Emily’s right. You steel yourself and try and study just a little bit before you fall asleep, textbook still open on and draped across your torso.

 

You’re dreaming of drifting down a river. The water’s relatively calm, and the plants along the banks occasionally whisper to you as small breezes pass through. The boat lazily floats on the water, but something starts to rock it.

 

“Anon.”

 

Something, or someone, calls out to you, and you peer over the side but can’t see anything. The rocking gets worse.

 

“Anon, wake up.”

 

There it is again. You start looking around the boat and to opposite sides of the river, trying to find out who, or what, is saying your name.

 

“Come on Anon, wake up. You’re going to be late.”

 

You can’t help but forget that you should be doing something right now. Was it with work or something else?

 

“Anon. If you don’t wake up now, you’ll miss the test, and I’ll be very, very sad.”

 

You recognize that voice, and you remember what you were supposed to be doing. You jolt out of bed, startling Emily in the process, and you rush over to the closet to find some clean clothes to wear. Forgetting that there is a cowgirl behind you, you strip down to your boxers and pick out some jeans and a plain t-shirt before putting them on. Spinning around, you try and dash out of your room, but run into the monster girl standing behind you, bouncing off of her sizable chest.

 

“Anon, wait.” Emily says to you as you try and slip past her.

 

“No time. Gotta go take that test.”

 

Strong hands grab you by the shoulders and pin you in place before turning you around. The holstaurus’ skin is a little flushed from observing your little show, and if her massive melons weren’t already spilling out of her maroon top before she came, then when you smashed into her certainly moved them around. The jiggly flesh pours around the edges of the shirt, nearly making the point of wearing a shirt to cover her modesty completely useless. The barest hint of her swarthy areola is showing, suggesting that she either chose to not wear a bra or that the one she is wearing is incompetent at its job in supporting her hefty bosom.

 

“Anon, calm down. We still have about an hour before it starts.”

 

“Well them why didn’t you let me sleep in for another fifty five minutes?” you ask slightly annoyed.

 

“Well I was thinking maybe we could go and get breakfast together.” Emily replies, a little crestfallen.

 

“Actually, now that you mention it, that actually sounds lovely! Sorry about snapping at you.” You apologize, and give her a nice big hug, compressing her tits between the two of you and making the gel-like flesh surge out of her shirt even more.

 

“Don’t worry Anon, I forgive you.” she affirms. “Ready to go?”

 

Of course you’re ready to go, all that you need to do is put some shoes on and get the rest of your stuff ready. Whether it was intentional or not, the cowgirl fixes her slight wardrobe malfunction, successfully hiding the forbidden area of her udders but still makes sure they push outward, amplifying her cleavage to obscene levels. Shouldering your bag, you offer Emily your hand and she gladly takes it, intertwining your fingers together. Hand in hand, the two of you make your way to the school’s cafeteria and get some food, despite how unappealing it can be sometimes.

 

An hour later, you’re in the classroom taking that damn test. The only sound is the ticking of the clock on the wall and the faint scratching of pens and pencils as everyone works. Occasionally someone either rubbernecks or leans over and asks a question to the person sitting next to them, and the professor immediately smacks the yardstick on the table in front of her, telling the offending student to do their own work, not rip off the answers from someone else. Nothing is too hard for you being a human and all, although one of the essay questions gave you a little trouble. By luck of the draw, you and Emily somehow finish at about the same time, and are let go to enjoy the rest of the day. Not being able to think of anything else, or really caring about what you do, the two of you head back to your dorm to just hang out and spend time together. Also you can get chance to rest some more since you’re still feeling a little ill.

 

“I can’t imagine what the final is going to be like for that class.” your holstaurus friend declares, walking over to the mattress and sitting down on it.

 

“Eh, it wasn’t too bad. Granted I did have a bit of an advantage over you, being a human and all.” you reply, closing the door to your room after you and join Emily on your bed.

 

“Are you calling me stupid?”

 

“Of course not.” you grin. “Stupid.”

 

Doing that may have been a bad idea, as Emily’s brow furrows, and she tackles you. Even though you know you’re going to lose, you still try and shove her off of you, but she’s having none of it. You try and wrestle her off of you, becoming tangled up in the sheets in the process, but her unnatural strength wins. She inevitably pins you by your arms under her curvy body, chest heaving slightly after the impromptu wrestling.

 

“Anon, you of all people should know that upsetting a woman is a bad idea, especially if she’s a Mamono.” she pants, still trapping you below her.

 

“Well maybe that just makes me the stupid one then.” you retort.

 

“Maybe it does.” she laughs. “Hey Anon, can I tell you something?”

 

“Sure, go ahead. But can you get off of me first?” The grip on your wrists finally relents, and you rub them a bit as the cowgirl rises off of you and you sit up after her.

 

“I was just thinking that since the winter break is coming up soon, starting this weekend in fact, and that I’m going to go visit my family, I was wondering if maybe my boyfriend would like to join me.” Emily says, fidgeting a bit and blushing slightly.

 

“I don’t know, I’m still kind of sick and I wouldn’t want to give your family any---wait, did you say ‘boyfriend’?” you ask, looking over at her and when your eyes meet her cheeks turn an even darker shade of crimson, and she looks at her hands in her lap, wringing them.

 

“Dammit Emily! I’M the one who’s supposed to ask you out, not the other way around!” you shout, making her wince a little, possibly making her start to cry a little too. Leaning over, you gently hold her chin and turn her head so you can look at the sparkling jewels of her eyes, caressing one of her cheeks when you do so. In a much gentler tone you smile and respond, “But yes, I would love to go and meet my girlfriend’s family.”

 

Beaming, your new monster girl girlfriend hugs you tightly, crushing your torso and nearly breaking a rib or two. Fortunately, she relents before you pass out from a lack of oxygen and lets you go, holding you by your shoulders so she can look you in the eye.

 

“You’re the best, Anon.”

 

“Well that’s not entirely true, Emily. I may be the best boyfriend, but *you’re* the best girlfriend.” you say. With a broad smile on her face, she pulls you in for another caring hug, receiving a kiss from you after breaking the embrace.

 

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Chapter 6:

 

A few days later on Monday, you find yourself sitting in the backseat of a taxi next to your holstaurus girlfriend on your way to meet her family. You didn’t have to pack much for the trip, only the heavier snow-appropriate clothing that you were planning on using taking up a lot of space. The monster girl sitting next to you on the other hand decided that she needed her entire wardrobe with her. This of course meant that she had asked you to help pack all of it, although it wasn’t too bad as you got to look at some of her more ‘delicate’ clothing.

 

More than once Emily caught you staring at either herself or her underwear that she asked you to put in the bag, which earned you both a nasty slap on the wrist and empty hands, or a shirt thrown in your face. Sometimes both. With the last of her undergarments needing to be packed, she called out your name and when you looked in her direction your vision was clouded with a colossal and profoundly lacy and arousing deep purple brassiere. Struggling to take it off, you hear the lingerie’s owner giggling before walking over to help remove it from your face, and when it is taken away your field of view is filled with Emily’s gorgeous visage.

 

“For later.” is all you hear her whisper after leaning in to give you a peck on the lips, winking afterwards.

 

The taxi ride to her parents’ house is enjoyable, and you snuggle up against her shoulder and wrap one arm around her. More than once you glance over in her direction to look at, and occasionally down, her cleavage as the seatbelt she’s wearing pushes her shirt deep into the valley between her breasts. Teasing you yet again, she grabs your dangling hand and brushes it up against her chest and through the bottomless gap between her tits agonizingly slowly before letting your hand rest on top of one of those glorious melons, and all you get when you look at her is a mischievous grin.

 

A few hours later it’s snowing lightly and you arrive in front of a large house in the suburbs. A few large oak trees dominate the lush front lawn, and several smaller shrubberies dot the side of the path up to the front porch where the two meet together right next to an impressive flower garden. Helping Emily remove her luggage from the trunk of the car, you pay the cab driver before turning around to face the long, imposing driveway up to the front of the house. Well not entirely help her with her bags, you did all the work while she stood there.

 

“Nervous?” you grunt, lugging your one bag and her two overstuffed ones up the walkway.

 

“Maybe a little, I don’t know. Never really done this before.” Emily replies.

 

“What, your past relationships never got to the boyfriend-meeting-the-girlfriend’s-parents stage before?”

 

“Well, not exactly.”

 

“Are you saying that I’m your first real boyfriend?” you ask her.

 

“K-kinda.” she whispers, grinding her hoof into the wood porch.

 

“Well don’t worry about a thing. I’ll be the best first boyfriend you’ll ever have!”

 

The cowgirl smiles before hugging you again, making you drop the heavy suitcases with a loud *thud*, one of which landed on your foot. Exhaling heavily, she rolls her shoulders once before pressing the doorbell. You can hear the chime echo through the house, and soon after it rapid hoof steps come closer and closer to the door before the large wood panel is swung open by Emily’s youngest sibling.

 

“Oh my god, biggest sis you’re here!” she cries out before rushing forward to give Emily an excessively violent hug.

 

“Hey there littlest sister, where’s everyone else?” Emily responds in kind, scooping up the young holstaurus in her arms.

 

“Oh they’re inside. Mommy asked me to get the door, saying it was probably you and your new BOYfriend.” Emily’s sister says, looking at you. “Why don’t you listen to me big sis? I told you boys were icky and gross.”

 

“Yeah, well, you’ll change your mind when you’re older. Trust me.” Emily replies, letting her sister go to run back in the house and receiving a ‘NUH-UH!’ in the process.

 

“Kids.” you quip, and you and Emily chuckle lightly as you pick the heavy bags back up to bring them inside.

 

The small door betrays the magnificent entry way behind it: vaulted ceiling, natural walnut wood flooring, elegant staircase leading up to the second story, and sparkling chandelier. There’s several brass hooks along part of the left wall, some of which have coats already on them. Below the hooks sits a bench to sit down on so shoes can be tied more easily, although you presume it’s only used by Emily’s father since he’d only be the one to wear them. The rest of the free space on the walls is taken up by dozens of family photos of Emily, her three sisters, and her parents.

 

“Come on Anon, stop standing around.” the cowgirl says, and she leaves you to walk deeper into a currently unknown part of the house.

 

Looking around, you shrug and set the three bags down near the door, and follow your girlfriend. You’re impressed by how well the small outside can hide how large the rooms are. Each room has plenty of space to run around in, and the high ceiling is easily three feet above you, if not more. Rounding the corner, you enter the carpeted open living room and tiled open kitchen area. Two incredibly comfortable lazy chairs sit on either side of a long, plush couch, and more pictures are on the walls. Above the crackling fire up on the mantle you think you spy a picture of Emily’s parents in their wedding attire among the half dozen other family photos. Speaking of Emily’s parents, the holstaurus hears you walking in and turns around from giving what you presume to be her mother a hug.

 

To say her mother is good looking would be an understatement. Sure, you consider it to be indecent to do so and you’re slightly ashamed to admit it, but you can’t help but stare a little. She’s only a few inches taller than Emily, a little more than that if you count her horns. Her long, wavy brown hair is slightly brighter than Emily’s, and it has a few noticeable gray strands in it as well. Her motherly face is dominated by two sparkling green eyes, and her soft lips are curved upwards in a light smile. Moving your eyes lower, you can’t help but notice how ENORMOUS her breasts are under her turtleneck sweater. They’re quite a fair bit bigger than Emily’s, and by your comparison between Emily and her you’d say her mother would wear something in the range of possibly an M-cup, if bras that big were affordable, so instead her mother isn’t wearing one. Moving even lower, you catch just the slightest bit of pudge and love handles, not enough to repulse someone but rather to make them admire the lovely curves of her lower torso. Her tremendous hips easily tell anyone who looks in her direction that she definitely has it where it counts, and her thighs and rear end are sized very appropriately for someone like her. Her thick thighs easily draw your attention to her shapely legs that are covered by the loose pants she’s wearing, and even though you can’t see it you’re pretty sure her ample backside wobbles enticingly wherever she walks.

 

“Well hi there dear, you must be Emily’s boyfriend, Anon.” her mother says, her vast bosom swaying back and forth as she saunters over to you and gives you a friendly hug and a peck on the cheek. It’s difficult, but you somehow manage to wrap your arms around her and touch your hands together.

 

“God mom, stop embarrassing me.” Emily says.

 

“Oh quit it, you. You haven’t been home in a few years, I think I’ve earned the right to make fun of you in front of other people, especially your new boyfriend.”

 

“Mom!” Emily pouts, stamping her hoof on the floor and blushing a little at the same time.

 

“Oh fine, be that way.” Emily’s mother retorts. “Dear! Emily’s home! She’s also brought her friend along too!” she shouts to someone you can’t see.

 

“Alright I’ll be right out Kara!” a deep male voice calls out from somewhere in the house. Your heart sinks lower and lower in your chest as the heavy footfalls draw nearer, dreading what’s about to come next. You instantly recognize the burly older gentleman rounding the corner as your monster girl girlfriend’s father.

 

If you said you weren’t uneasy you’d be lying. Sure he’s human, but that doesn’t make him any less imposing. Her father is just a few inches taller than you, but the way he carries himself makes him seem all that much taller. If you had to pick only one word to describe Emily’s father, it would be ‘lumberjack’. He has everything one would need to be a proper outdoorsman: red plaid shirt, well-worn loose fitting jeans, bulky arms with plenty of hair on them, wide shoulders and muscled torso, scruffy graying beard, lumberjack ushanka, the works. The only things that are missing are a timber axe hung from his belt and sleeping all night and working all day.

 

“Oh god, not you too dad.” Emily groans, hiding her face in her hands.

 

All her father does is glance in her direction before looking back to you, crossing his arms in front of his chest and frowning slightly.

 

“So.” the man in front of you says gruffly. “I hear my lovely daughter has a boyfriend now. That wouldn’t be YOU, would it?”

 

“Uh, y-yes, actually sir, y-yes, I-I am her boyfriend.” you stutter. Emily’s father’s eyes continues to bore a hole straight through you, and you start to sweat under the pressure. What feels like minutes pass as he persists in his silent interrogation before his frown turns upside down and he clasps a meaty paw hard on your shoulder, nearly dislocating it, and everyone in the room except you starts laughing.

 

“I’m just messin’ with you son. I’m sure you’ll be a fine boyfriend for my daughter.” he chuckles. You exhale wearily, glad that the torture at the hands of Emily’s father is over. You tense up again as his expression darkens once more as he leans in to tell you something else.

 

“But if you EVER mistreat my dear Emily,” he starts, jabbing a finger into your sternum, “I swear I will end you right there and then.” Emily and her parents laugh even harder at your expense as her father pranks you for the second time in less than two minutes.

 

You spend a few hours talking with Emily and her family, introducing yourself when her two younger twin sisters come down from their rooms wondering what all the commotion is. Looking out the window you spot that it’s snowing even harder now. There’s plenty of it on the ground, more than enough for some outdoor shenanigans, and you mention this to Emily’s youngest sister who becomes quite ecstatic at the idea of playing outside. Of course this means that her father will have to come out and supervise the youngster. He glares at you, and you simply shrug in response, but quickly change your mind when he his mouth starts growing into a sly grin. He nudges Emily in the shoulder and points outside, and she also grins quite wickedly. Oh well, at least you brought some proper clothing along.

 

Of course since you don’t have to struggle with digitigrade legs, hooves for feet, and oversized mammaries like Emily or helping an eight year old holstaurus into snow pants and a snow jacket like her father, you’re the first one outside. Practically everything is coated with a thick white frosting of snow, and if you had to define silence or peace, this would be it. NOTHING is making any sound at all other than the falling snow, and you step out into the ankle-deep snowpack and just breathe in the tranquility of it all. Of course this doesn’t last more than five minutes as the two cowgirls and their father join you.

 

“Hey Anon!” Emily calls out behind you. You turn around and are immediately hit in the face with a snowball, and when you clear your face, your girlfriend is pointing down towards her youngest sister, who’s grinning widely and holding a snowball of her own. Of course now that you have more warning, you easily dodge the next frozen orb that’s thrown at you and you spring up from your clever feint, your own weapon at the ready.

 

All-out war breaks out between you and Emily’s family, holstauri and father on one side and you on the other. Of course all’s fair in love and war, and with practiced ease Emily joins your assault on her dad and little sister. No one really wins, although Emily’s sister claims that she did. With Backyard War II over and the peace treaties signed, the two factions reconcile their differences and start making snowmen and snow angles instead. What seems like hours later, Emily’s mother calls the four of you in for the evening meal.

 

“Hope you guys like dinner!” Emily’s mother exclaims, beaming proudly and still wearing a stained apron over her sizable front. “I’m sure everyone here knows what this is by now, except for you Anon. It’s actually the very first meal Emily’s father cooked for me when we first started dating, although it’s still not as good as when he makes it.” she finishes with a smile, affectionate hug, and peck on the lips for her husband.

 

Emily groans out yet again as her parents embarrass her in front of you, and it turns out this ‘first meal’ is just a simple chicken alfredo dish with fettucine noodles, but it’s still one of the best ones you’ve had. Knives, forks, and spoons clatter against plates as you and the six-person family seated with you dig into the tasty food. Dessert comes a few minutes after everyone finished in the form of a delectable chocolate cake, apparently hand-made by Emily’s mother. It doesn’t matter to you if the cake was store-bought or home made because you’re too busy wolfing down the sweet moist pastry slab. The rest of the evening is spent on the couch in front of a roaring fire under a blanket with Emily and a mug of hot chocolate with marshmallows, her family all sitting around you idly chatting about life.

 

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Chapter 7:

 

A few hours later Emily’s youngest sister is snoozing in her father’s lap, and everyone but you and Emily takes that as a queue to leave the couple snuggling under the blanket alone for the rest of the night, and they head to their respective beds somewhere else in the home.

 

“Hey Anon, can I ask you a question?” Emily asks a few minutes after everyone leaves, the orange and yellow glow of the sparking fire reflecting in her pupils.

 

“Of course.” you respond, sipping the last of your drink, a loud *snap* coming from the fire when you place the empty mug on the endtable beside you. The cowgirl next to you looks back into the only source of light in the room for a moment, perhaps pondering something before looking back at you.

 

“Do you like me Anon?”

 

“Of course I like you Emily. You’re smart, you’re funny, not to mention very pretty. I can’t imagine why I wouldn’t like my best friend.”

 

“Thank you, but that’s not what I meant. Do you ‘like’ like me?”

 

“Well, that’s kind of a serious question to ask someone Emily. If they ‘like’ like you.” you say, using air-quotes around the first ‘like’. “But I think that yes, I do ‘like’ like you. Or if I was using proper English and grammar, I’d use some other words.” you smile, pausing just long enough for the effect for what you’re about to say sink in.

 

“Emily,” you start, peering into her intense blue eyes. “I admire you. I cherish you. I truly care about you. I want you to know that I think you’re the most wonderful thing that’s ever happened to me and that with every fiber of my being, and from the bottom of my heart…I love you.”

 

Her cerulean eyes light up, and a wide smile creeps across her joy-stricken face as she wraps her arms around you affectionately and kisses you deeply. You follow her actions, returning her kiss with a slightly more tantalizing one, your tongue parting her lips without effort to tangle with her own long, broad one. Your hands roam over her back, neck, and face tenderly as you continue to make out with the cowgirl. Emily subconsciously pushes against you, and the force causes you to fall on your back onto the fluffy couch, and since the two of you are still locked together in a loving embrace you bring her down with you.

 

The holstaurus above you breaks the kiss for but a moment as her soft hands grab your own and guide them to her monumental breasts. You look at her questioningly, and she gives you an approving nod before locking her lips with yours. You slowly strip off her shirt, revealing the same purple lacy bra from when you were helping her pack earlier. Emily giggles softly when you finish removing her top before she resumes her kisses. The squishy orbs in your hands easily yield to your fingers when you grab them making the cowgirl gasp when skin meets skin. Taking her lustful moans as your queue to start you begin to gently knead her incredibly soft bosom through her lingerie while still passionately kissing your sighing and moaning lover. A few minutes of foreplay later, the holstaurus with you stops your caressing to peer in your eyes, her expression telling you exactly what she’s thinking.

 

You smile at her before pulling her in for an incredibly deep and romantic kiss. Wiggling out from under her, you rise up from the couch and offering Emily your free hand before gathering up her discarded shirt and suggesting that maybe the two of you should go to her room. With a lascivious smile on her face she tugs you along behind her, guiding you to her old room near the back of the house.

 

Thankfully her family is on the other side of the house, and Emily slowly opens the door to her childhood room. The large king-size bed controls the room, its undisturbed sheets tempting the two aroused beings inside with their tenderness. Emily closes and locks the door behind her before shimmying out of her pants and down to nothing but her frilly brassiere and matching panties.

 

Electing to keep the lights in the room turned off, you follow her lead and strip down to your own undergarment before walking over to the half-naked cowgirl in the room and embrace her affectionately, giving her a profoundly intense and passionate kiss. You hold her there, rocking back and forth slightly before slowly creeping your way towards the large mattress, kissing each other all the while. You find yourself falling on top of the soft bed with Emily under you, and you carry on with your foreplay from before, kissing and nibbling her all over and massaging her breasts gently with your hands. Finding yourself under the sheets with the rest of your clothing removed and on the floor, the now entirely naked holstaurus stops you a minute or so later to whisper in your ear what her heart, mind, and body most desires.

 

“I-I think I want to go all the way this time. I-I think I’m ready for this.” she breathlessly declares. With tears in her eyes, the holstaurus below you says something you’ve always wanted to hear her say since the day you shared your first kiss.

 

“W-will you make love to me, Anon?”

 

Rather than voice your answer you simply give her another amorous smooch. With the barest hint of a nod from her you shift your lower body and enter Emily’s most intimate part of her, taking both of your virginities when you do. You take it extremely slow, allowing the two of you to adjust to the new sensations near and in your nether regions. Her arms wrap around your torso lovingly and you do the same, cradling your partner’s upper body adoringly. Her immense bosom compresses between the two of you, and you can feel her dusky nipples harden from the sensation of rubbing against your chest, making Emily moan out in pleasure.

 

You begin pulling out of her sex gently before rocking your hips forward again, plunging yourself back into the monster girl. You deliberately start to move in and out of her snatch at a leisurely pace, enjoying the cowgirl’s hot breath on your face as she moans out in bliss in between the moments where your mouths are locked together. Picking up the pace, you start to move a little faster, making Emily gasp continually in euphoria, loosening her grip on you at the same time. The mattress and bedframe start creaking and groaning in time with her cries of pleasure, her hypnotic breasts wobbling salaciously whenever your body meets hers, her thick thighs and tremendous posterior mimicking the motion of their two friends as best they can. The cowgirl is practically moaning your name constantly, encouraging you to keep at it as you continue making sweet, sweet love to her. With increased fervor, you begin moving just a tad faster than before, feeling your orgasm rising from deep within you. With one final push, you bury yourself up to the hilt inside Emily and coat the inside of her walls white as best you can. Her breath catches in her throat as she too feels you shooting inside her, and the sensation of you ejaculating inside throws her over the edge, and her tight walls clamp down on your member buried deep inside her as she screams your name out in ecstasy as her body convulses in orgasm.

 

Coming down from your shared orgasmic highs, you collapse on top of Emily, jostling her bountiful chest as you land on it. Sighing deeply, you breathe in the sweet-smelling aroma of the holstaurus and you move closer to her, cuddling with her fondly while gently resting your head on one of her vast, pillow-like orbs.

 

“I love you, Anon.” she whispers in your ear as the two of you drift off to sleep, still naked and with you still inside her.

 

“I know.” you reply.

 

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Chapter 8:

 

You wake up the next morning spooning Emily, your erection nestled between the buns of her naked backside, your arms wrapped around her bare torso hugging her affectionately, and your hands gently gripping her unclothed bosom. She stirs in her sleep and you pull her in closer, burying your cock even further into the canyon of her pliable ass. You breathe in deeply, smelling the creamy floral scent of her hair mixed in with the tangy lingering odor from last night and soft cotton sheets. Her cowtail curls up towards your hands and you release one of her glistening melons to stroke the fluffy fur. You attempt to shift your grip on her chest and hold two very large orbs with only one hand but fail horribly, waking the sleeping holstaurus beside you instead.

 

“Good morning Emily.”

 

“Good morning Anon.” she says, turning around to give you a light peck on the lips. Your boner slips from between her asscheeks with a quiet but lewd *pop* when she flips around and it pokes her in her soft, pudgy stomach, making her giggle. “Well well, someone else is sure happy to see me.” Emily says, her hand dragging its way across your chest, a finger snaking across it erotically before she moves it lower and lower to circle around your pelvic area.

 

She traces patterns up and down and around your hardened shaft before gripping it in a dainty hand, grinning suggestively when you writhe about in pleasure. At first Emily starts to slowly pump up and down on your rod, teasing you when her hand winds around the tip for a few moments before she continues her ministrations. Pumping faster and faster, her hand nearly finishes you off before both of you hear footsteps coming closer and closer to the door. Snatching her hand back, the cowgirl dashes back under the sheets to cover what little modesty she has right now while you work to hide your raging hard-on as best you can. Just as the two of you finish hiding your nakedness, Emily’s mother opens the door. She decided to put on some form-fitting sweatpants that hug her curvaceous legs as opposed to loose ones that don’t, and her tacky Christmas turtleneck sweater stretches around the swell of her bosom.

 

“Oh good, the two lovebirds are awake.” she starts, smiling slightly when she yet again embarrasses her oldest daughter as your monster girl girlfriend squirms under the sheets. “Come on, everyone’s waiting for you two to come out and help decorate the Christmas tree.”

 

Thankfully Emily’s mother doesn’t notice that her deflowered daughter is laying nude under the sheets next to next to the man who took her maidenhood, or at least saying anything about it, as she turns around to head back to the living room. The door snaps closed, and you and Emily look each other in the eye, your faces beet red. You stare at each other for a few moments before bursting out laughing and you throw the sheets off of you, exposing your still hard shaft and her stiff nipples to the open air. Emily untangles herself from the sheets and gets off the bed first, yelping when you smack her fat ass hard; the reddened, jiggly flesh quaking pruriently as the loud clap echoes throughout the room. Rising up after her, you spend about three times as long getting dressed, ogling Emily’s pythonic derrière as she bends over suggestively to dig through her numerous bags to find something to put on. You also waste time passionately French-kissing the voluptuous cowgirl after she sauntered over to you and gave your own rear end a biting pinch, exploring every curve of her breasts through her red, white, and green Christmas sweater and large red bra. Grabbing yet another handful of delicious ass through red velvet pants and red panties, you follow Emily’s oscillating figure out to where her father’s just finishing assembling the tree.

 

“Well look who finally decided to join us.” her father says, straightening out the last few errant branches. “Little miss impatient here wanted to start without you.” he finishes, nodding to Emily’s youngest sister who’s sitting on the couch bouncing up and down anxiously.

 

“Nuh uh!” the young holstaurus pouts. “I’m a good little girl! Santa would never give me coal!”

 

“I don’t know, it’s not nice to not wait for someone.” Emily adds, and her youngest sibling starts to sniffle a little. “But I’m sure he’ll forgive you for being so excited about decorating the tree.” she says, crouching down to give her sister a hug. “In fact, I think he’d like it very much if you could put the very first ornament on for him.”

 

“R-really?”

 

“Of course. After all, you are the bestest little holstaurus in the whole wide world.” Emily says, pulling away.

 

“Yaay!” her little sister shouts before jumping off of the couch and diving into the box of Christmas decorations.

 

After about thirty seconds she finally settles on one of those green ball ornaments before spending yet another fifteen seconds deciding where to put it, finally settling on a spot about a few inches above her head. You, Emily, her father, and her youngest sibling spend the next hour or so decorating the tree, and more than once you ‘accidentally’ brush your hands up against Emily’s large chest or husky legs and substantial buttocks, and she ‘accidentally’ grabs a handful of your crotch in return. For the final ornament, Emily’s father gives you the honors of placing the gold star on top of the tree, and of course Emily’s sister whines that she wants to do it. Being a fine gentleman you compromise, and instead of arguing with a toddler about who gets to put the star on top you hoist Emily’s giggling sister onto your shoulders and together you complete the tree. After a filling breakfast, you help your holstaurus girlfriend, her little sister, and her mother bake some delicious sugar cookies. Of course Emily’s sister doesn’t really do much other than sit on the counter and lick the spoon, rocking back and forth whimsically while humming to herself.

 

“Hey Emily.” you say while mixing up some more cookie dough.

 

“What?”

 

“Surprise!” you shout, and plant a big fat glob of unbaked cookie on her nose.

 

“Anon!” the holstaurus pouts, and you can’t help but laugh at her expense. “Hey Anon, you got something on your face.” she says, hands hidden behind her back.

 

“Oh do I now?”

 

“Yeah, you do. Right HERE in fact.” Emily laughs, smacking you in the face with an even bigger clump of dough. You closed your eyes right before she hit you, and when you open them the cowgirl is a scant few inches away from your face.

 

“You have something on your mouth too Anon.” she whispers before giving you a full kiss on the lips. You reach up and caress her cheek with one hand while reaching around with the other to hold her just a tad closer.

 

“Ewwww! Gross!” the young monster girl sitting on the counter shouts, interrupting your embrace with Emily. You look over at Emily’s sister and chuckle before pouncing on her and attempting to tickle her to death as best you can. Emily’s mother lets you have your revenge for a moment before giving you a wet dishrag to wipe your face, a knowing smile on her face when she hands the damp cloth to you.

 

Later in the evening you find yourself sitting in the same spot as last night, yet again snuggling with Emily under a blanket. This time though instead of confessing your love to her and shortly after showing her just how much you care about her, she’s leaning up against you with half-closed eyes while your arm draped across her shoulders. You’re content with just sitting there with her, and a few hours later she’s snoozing lightly, her chest gently rising and falling in time with her breathing. Getting up and being mindful of the fact that your monster girl girlfriend is using you as a pillow, you tenderly lower her down onto the couch and she curls up into the fetal position, smiling softly when you give her a kiss on the forehead and whisper goodnight to her. Of course you knew you wouldn’t be sleeping alone in Emily’s room for long, and just a few short minutes after you change into your nightly attire and crawl in bed the cowgirl joins you, cuddling up with you in nothing but her underwear, nuzzling her face affectionately into your chest.

 

“Goodnight Anon.” she murmurs.

 

“Goodnight Emily. Sweet dreams.” you respond, and you lean in to give her a goodnight kiss. “I love you.”

 

“I love you too.” you hear her mumble before the two of you drift off to sleep while she hugs you lovingly.

 

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A week later you’re rudely awoken by Emily’s youngest sister jumping up and down on the bed.

 

“Big sis wake up! It’s Christmas!” she shouts.

 

Both you and Emily groan and try to shove her sister off the bed, but she expertly dodges out of the way before pestering you even more.

 

“Come oooooooon! I wanna open presents and mommy and daddy won’t let me until you’re awake!” she pouts, shaking her older sister in an attempt to make her get out of bed faster.

 

“Fine! Just get off me!” Emily shouts, trying to throw the bedsheets off of her and onto her sister.

 

“Yaay! Presents!” the little monster girl shouts in your ear, quite loudly in fact, before dashing out of the room. The cowgirl next to you sighs heavily before rolling back over to go to sleep.

 

“Come on Emily, wake up.” you say, rocking her gently. “You know she’ll just be back in thirty seconds if we’re not out there. Are you really going to be the person to disappoint an eight-year-old on Christmas?”

 

“No, I’m not.” she says. “Dammit, why can’t present time come later in the day, or even at night when that brat is asleep?” she groans.

 

“Oh come on, don’t be that way. Besides, I have to go out with you.” you say, leaning over and give her an affectionate hug.

 

“Well, now that you put it that way Anon, I guess it’s not so bad.” Emily muses, smiling at you before giving you a peck on the lips. “Come on, we shouldn’t keep her waiting.” You both get out of bed and you can’t resist giving the sexy cowgirl’s buttocks yet another sharp blow, receive a sultry look and a little wiggle from her in return.

 

Present opening was never really an exciting ordeal for you, but that didn’t this one any more hectic. Emily’s youngest sister practically shreds the wrapping paper on all of her gifts, squealing with delight every time she discovers what she got. You didn’t purchase a lot of gifts, but you still got something for Emily and her parents. Emily got a one of those heart necklaces that have the two pieces that fit together, and she nearly broke your spine and giving you a sloppy kiss in response when she read the sappy love note that came along with it. You got her father a quality Leatherman™ and her mother got a beautiful pair of earrings which got you a chest-compressing hug from her, those exceedingly massive breasts ballooning out around you as she embraced you.

 

A few days later you pack your bag, and ‘help’ Emily pack hers, and you head back to the college but not before getting another generous hug and kiss on the cheek from Emily’s mother, much to Emily’s embarrassment. The taxi ride back takes a little bit longer than the trip to her parents’ house because of traffic, but you don’t mind. It just means you get to be with the cowgirl a little bit longer, holding her hand some more or making out in the back seat. You also gave her an intense and erotic kiss in front of her dorm while copping a feel of that abundant ass of hers before heading back to your room when you got back to campus.

 

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Chapter 9:

 

Of course since winter came early, summer decided that it should make up for it by coming in full force. It’s unbearably hot, even with the A/C on full blast inside the library where you’re studying for finals with Emily. You’ve spent nearly all of your free time with your monster girl girlfriend since that week around Christmas. She had asked if her boyfriend would like to meet her parents, and a few days later the two of you confessed your feelings to the other person before sleeping together in her old childhood room for the first time soon after. Although you’ve toyed with the idea of having children with the holstaurus, you’re definitely not ready just yet and thankfully that lovemaking session over the winter break didn’t bear any fruit. Much to your disappointment though you haven’t had sex with Emily since then; just a lot of making out and heavy petting.

 

Finally finding the book on Cervidae you were looking for, you walk back to the corner where Emily is, behind several bookshelves and sitting down on one of two large beanbag chairs. Because it’s scorching out, the cowgirl splayed out on one of the soft sacks isn’t really wearing much, not that you mind of course. Her pants, if you can even call the ‘shorts’ she’s wearing pants, constantly hike up her shapely legs and expose way more sweat-glazed skin than is appropriate. The shining surface of her thick and juicy thighs reflect the light above her, and her spacious hips and monumental derrière stretch the poor fabric further than it was meant to be, and her top isn’t fairing much better either.

 

She chose to wear only a blue plaid button-up shirt, but as the day went on and the temperature kept rising, she unbuttoned the blouse all the way and instead tied the bottom two corners into a knot in front of her bountiful chest, exposing plenty of jiggly flesh and showing off her bottomless cleavage and perfect midriff. The rough fabric continually rubs against the front of her 34K breasts, and her nipples stiffen from the constant pressure and motion of her unbound tits, slightly tenting the front of the shirt. More than once you catch a glimpse or two of her dark areola or even her entire nipple as she regularly adjusts her top, trying to get her immense boobs to stay in one spot. Your own outfit isn’t as revealing of course, the plain t-shirt and shorts doing their job well enough to keep your decency levels in check as your sandals protect your feet from the burning concrete walkways outside.

 

Flopping down next to Emily, you sight heavily before searching through the pile of books between you for something else to help you study for your American History class. The hours drag on and the only thing keeping you company is the woman next to you, the insufferable heat, and the ticking of the clock on the wall behind you as you and Emily study, and study, and study before you fall asleep in each other’s arms in a messy, tired pile atop one of the beanbags.

 

Several hours later you wake up, and you’re still in the library on top of a nice, large cushion next to the cowgirl you call your girlfriend. Removing the blanket of books atop you with a clatter, you rise from your improvised bed before looking around. Something seems off to you as you walk around the library slightly confused. There’s no noise apart from the faint ticking of clocks and no one is in with you as far as you can tell either. All the lights are off as well, and according to one of the clocks on the wall it’s about one thirty in the morning, judging by how dark it is outside. Walking around some more you search for any sign of life, going through several aisles and rows of undisturbed books.

 

“H-hello?” you call out. “Anyone here?”

 

Nothing. The only reply you get is the pulsating clicks from the wall-mounted chronometers. You shuffle slightly faster over to the front door and tug on the handle. Locked. You try again. Still locked, and you jerk the door harder but all you do is make it clang louder. Heart beating a little faster in your chest, you go to every door you can find and test each and every one of them, only to find that they’re all in a similar sealed state as the one you first checked. Now panicking, you jog over to the front counter and ring the service bell, and no one comes. You ring again, and still nobody comes to your assistance. Banging the metal buzzer once more you wait about five seconds before vaulting over the desk and seeing if you can’t find anyone in the back. You don’t, and resigning yourself to being locked in for the night you trudge back over to where Emily is and drop dejectedly next to her.

 

“Something wrong Anon? I heard a bunch of banging noises earlier, and you’re not looking too hot.” she asks you, a slight look of concern on her face.

 

“Well Emily. I tried all the doors, or at least the ones I could find, and they were all locked. I think we might be stuck in here.”

 

“Oh god that’s horrible!” Emily gasps.

 

“Yeah, well, not much we can do about it now. My phone’s dead and knowing the school, there’s going to be shit service in here if you try using yours, if you could even get service.”

 

“What are we supposed to do then Anon?”

 

“I’m not really sure. The only thing I can think of is either bust open a window or wait for someone to come and unlock the doors.”

 

“But that’s not going to happen for another six or seven hours!” the holstaurus cries, panic starting to set in her as well.

 

“Don’t worry, we’ll be fine.” you reassure her.

 

Sighing again, you pull Emily closer to you a bit and hold her hand tightly, attempting to calm her down a little as the two of you settle in for what’s probably going to be a long and boring night. You hug the monster girl tightly, and she nestles in your lap as best she can while you stare at the bookshelf in front of you. What seems like hours pass in deathly silence, although realistically it’s only minutes. You shift the holstaurus’ weight a little and right at that moment your stomach decides it would be a good time to break the stillness with a loud grumble, reminding you that you haven’t eaten anything since breakfast.

 

“Hey Emily, got any snacks with you?” you ask her.

 

“No.”

 

“Any money for the vending machines?”

 

“No.”

 

“Shit.”

 

You lean back in the cushion, stomach still growling. You look down at the cowgirl and wonder how hungry she is as well, although currently it looks like she’s thinking of something. A few minutes later Emily speaks up again.

 

“Hey Anon?”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“When I said earlier I didn’t have any snacks with me, I was sort of lying. Sorry.” she says with a sheepish grin.

 

“It’s okay. I wasn’t that hungry anyways.” you say, and on queue another noisy rumble comes from your stomach. “Okay, maybe I am that hungry. So, what kind of goodies were you hiding from me young lady?” you tease, making Emily fidget in your lap.

 

“W-well I don’t actually have anything like chips or something with me.”

 

“Then why say that you have food?”

 

“I-I meant myself. I was wondering if maybe you would like to, um, suckle from my breasts.” the cowgirl confesses, her skin flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and mild arousal as she alters her position in your lap so she can face you.

 

Thoughts of wrapping your mouth around one of those cream-filled tits and nursing from the monster girl quickly fill your mind, and you unconsciously tent your shorts. She glances down and blushes when she notices the growing bulge in your pants and gasps out in shock when you dash forward to lock lips with her, wrapping an arm around her to cradle her head while the other moves of its own volition to untie her straining shirt. The holstaurus starts audibly moaning in your mouth as you start to passionately kiss her, your tongues pirouetting with each other as you caress her entire body, kneading her squishy form as you work to remove her blouse. You pull away from her painfully before peering into her lust-filled eyes.

 

“Do you mind if I sit in your lap Emily?” you ask quietly.

 

“O-of course not.” she pants, and you let her up before lowering yourself into her lap to be held like an infant after she sinks into the empty cushion.

 

With a motherly smile spread across her face, she gently grasps the back of your head before positioning your face right in front of her bosom, utterly (heh) filling your vision with soft, velvety titflesh. Reaching forward, you grasp the heavy orb with both hands and bring it to your lips and latch on. You play with the pert bud of her nipple, running circles around it with your tongue and occasionally nibbling the tender skin before you gingerly start sucking on her breast, making Emily gasp in pleasure. At first nothing comes out but that doesn’t stop you, and instead you pull harder on her udder, finally drawing out her sweet milk. The sugary liquid explodes across your taste buds, completely drowning out any feelings other than her body’s heavenly elixir or the warm breast compressed against your face.

 

Grabbing a hold of her breast, you start squeezing it while increasing the suction on her nipple, drawing out even more cream from the monster girl. She starts cooing in your ear, encouraging you to drink all that she has, and soon she starts gasping and moaning quietly in times with the spurts of milk that fill your eager mouth or when you gently squeeze her gargantuan mammary in your hand. Several minutes later the flow from her boob has slowed to hardly a trickle, and you’re pulled off her chest with a wet *pop* before her other hefty mound is stuffed in your face. You grin before immediately locking onto her overburdened mound and resume nursing from the cowgirl. You can feel Emily’s legs start to rub together as you continue breastfeeding from her, and her soothing voice and words of encouragement are replaced by steady moans and cries of pleasure as the erogenous zone covering one of her tits is stimulated by your thirsty maw. Sadly though her second breast is also drained of its milk and you’re gently plucked from Emily’s bosom, and she gasps again as you flick your tongue across her moist nipple as you try to get the last dregs of her honeyed nectar.

 

“Hungry now Anon?” she asks, her cheeks quite rosy now after you toyed with her breasts.

 

“Not anymore, thanks to you.” you smile, giving the cowgirl a loving kiss.

 

“Y’know Anon, I’m getting kind of hungry too.” she says seductively, her sensual voice pleading with you silently as her hand trails across your chest before moving down to tug at your shorts.

 

“Are you now? Well maybe I’ll just have to feed you then.” you grin before shifting over to the empty beanbag next to you, her hand over your crotch the entire time.

 

Pulling it free, you let your hard shaft flop in the open air and the holstaurus wastes no time in descending on your prick, engulfing it entirely in her mouth in one go and grasping your hips at the same time. Curling her long, broad tongue around and around your shaft, she wraps it entirely in her wet and eager mouth before bobbing up and down on your length, constantly shifting the direction in which her tongue moves. Rising up further than before she pauses right at the tip, swirling her tongue around the glans as she lets go of your legs before shifting her attention to her still-dripping chest, heaving the heavy spheres up to and around your twitching rod. Enveloped almost entirely in pillowy titflesh, your cock pulsates in time with your heartbeat before Emily again goes down on you, your hard member now either inside her warm cleavage or her wet mouth.

 

She continues bobbing her head up and down while squeezing and moving her breasts in rhythm with her skull, giving you the best, and first, blowjob/boobjob hybrids you’ve ever had. Her colossal chest surges around your pelvis whenever she presses up against it, and her sucking has starting producing some of the most pornographic slurping noises you’ve heard. Moving your own hands up to her horns, you grasp the ivory nubs and help guide the horny cowgirl in pleasuring you.

 

Sooner than you’d like though, you feel a tightening in your loins as the motions of Emily’s mouth and breasts on your dick become too much to handle. You roughly shove her all the way down to the base, her sizable bust compressing hard against your pelvis and squirting a little milk on you, and you blow your load. Your excessive emissions fill her mouth to the breaking point, her cheeks bulging out obscenely with your seed before you can hear her swallow a mouthful of your cum, and you’re not even done. The next few spurts completely overflow the cowgirl’s mouth and she struggles to guzzle it all down before the next batch fills her beyond what she can hold, small runnels of your jism creeping from the sides of her lips before running down her chin. Gulping one more time, Emily pulls off your still hard rod and lets the last few meager jets cover her face and drip down onto her bare chest.

 

“A little warning next time would be nice!” she pouts, although you can tell she didn’t mind deep-throating your cock and having her mouth filled with your seed. Smiling to herself, she extends her fat tongue from her mouth to lap up the last few bits of semen covering her breasts and face, humming as she scoops up the salty surprise to consume every last drop.

 

“Sorry, I didn’t know what got into me.” you say. “Normally it’s a lot smaller, but I think my little ‘snack’ did something.”

 

“I didn’t mean to, honest!” the cowgirl cries, swooping in to give you an apology hug.

 

“It’s okay.” you say. “Besides, who says I didn’t enjoy it?” you mutter into her ear, making her blush heavily.

 

“Well if you enjoyed that so much, then maybe you might like this even more.” Emily says, lewd intent flowing with each spoken syllable.

 

Wordlessly, she pulls you up by the hand before catching you in a warm embrace, kissing you deeply. Breaking the kiss, she leads you over to an empty table before letting go of your hand. Bending over suggestively, she reaches down to her waist to undo the zipper and button on her ‘pants’ before slowly shimmying them down off her gigantic, hefty rear end, exposing her bare buttocks to you as her bosom flattens itself against the hard wood surface. Knowing what she intends to do, you follow suit, removing your sandals, shirt, shorts, and underwear and close the distance between you and her swaying backside in a single step. After helping her remove her soaked panties you grip your shaft in one hand, poking her half-moon cheeks a bit to tease the randy monster girl.

 

“Come on Anon, stop teasing me!” Emily calls to you, wiggling her hips back and forth a little and trying to tempt you further.

 

“If you say so.” you reply before aligning your stiff prick with her backdoor.

 

Prodding the entrance, you gently start pushing against her tight hole before you ease into her, the two of you groaning out lewdly as the sensation overwhelms your senses momentarily. Thankfully the remnants of her saliva and breastmilk are more than adequate in acting as lube as you push further and further into Emily’s dark recesses before you eventually bottom out in her ass.

 

“Well come on Anon, ravish my poor rear end.” the cowgirl mewls, clutching the sides of the table in preparation for what’s about to come as her tail swishes back and forth at the bottom of your vision, tickling your chin with the fur.

 

Not one to disappoint, you slide your cock out from her mighty posterior before gradually thrusting back into her. You don’t stop moving when you reach the end of the line, and as soon as your nether regions meet her squishy butt you immediately start pulling out again, making the cowgirl you’re ass-fucking moan profanely; almost mooing out in ecstasy in fact. You can’t help but gasp in pleasure yourself as you continue to exit and reenter the monster girl’s back entrance, relishing the feeling of her other tight hole hugging your manhood. Sufficiently satisfied that she’s now used to your ample member, you grasp her wide hips and squeeze the elastic flesh in your hands. Emily can only shiver in delight as she learns what’s about to come, and you waste no time in increasing the speed and power of your thrusts. Copious amounts of genital fluids coat her inner thighs as you bruise the holstaurus’ poor backside and soon your own legs are coated in the stuff, hollow clapping sounds reverberating throughout the library as your crotch meets her tremendous backside. The cowgirl’s practically begging you to fill her up with your seed, moaning your name out in between the breaths that catch in her throat.

 

All too happy to indulge her, you piston in and out of her at a breakneck pace, trying to fulfill her depraved wishes. Feeling another orgasm welling up deep within you, you call out Emily’s name before shoving yourself in as far as you can go. You erupt for a second time in less than an hour, and this orgasm is even larger than the last. You shoot load after load into Emily’s ass, pumping your hips in time with each release. After the first few blasts, you can feel her strong legs quivering with pleasure before they give out, a fresh wave of feminine fluids coating her furry legs as she climaxes purely from the sensation of being completely and utterly filled. Your emissions stuff the poor cowgirl, so much in fact that her once-flat midsection starts protruding a bit, growing a little larger each time your cock discharges another thick mass of jizz into her. Her distended belly grows rounder and rounder with each of your thrusts, and before long it’s brushing up against the top of the table.

 

Reaching forward, you lift up Emily’s heavy torso, releasing the pressure on her tits and swollen belly, a small mixture of breastmilk and fluids from her sex sitting on the wood. You gently nudge her shoulders and she bends forward, resting the palms of her hands against the top of the wood as you continue to pound her over and over. You start to worry a little when your body refuses to go soft and you’re still forcing out more and more ejaculate, making the monster girl’s gut stick out far enough that she looks about sixteen weeks pregnant and growing. In fact it pushes outward just a tad further when more of your semen enters her. You really start to feel uneasy as you lose control, brutally mauling her ass as you pack Emily so full of your seed that you can hear her stomach audibly gurgle with each deposited load. Thrusting over and over, you pump more and more of your cum into the cowgirl, enough to stretch her stomach out extremely far and make her whimper in pain a little, her abdomen now expanded to the point that she looks like she’s about to give birth. Much to your relief though you finally feel yourself slowing down and growing softer after stuffing Emily chock-full of your sperm, and you collapse onto one of the delicate cushions that you called your bed earlier with the cowgirl atop you.

 

“I didn’t mean to, honest.” you whisper in her ear, grinning slightly.

 

“It’s okay. Besides, who says I didn’t enjoy it?” she giggles, twisting around to give you a wet and clumsy smooch, still slightly drunk with pleasure.

 

“I love you Emily.”

 

“I love you too, Anon.”

 

The two of you lie on the beanbag chair for a few minutes before both agreeing that the two of you should probably clean yourselves and the table up before someone sees you. Emily awkwardly shuffles to the bathrooms to take care of her ‘problem’ and you do the same, although you don’t have to worry about being stuffed with cum. Finishing in about thirty seconds, you put your boxers and shorts back on before grabbing a massive handful of damp paper towels to clean up the small puddle of sexual fluids still festering on the table. Your monster girl girlfriend joins you about five minutes later, her naked midsection now remarkably more flat. She doesn’t entirely clothe herself at your request, instead putting on just her underwear and ‘pants’ over her lower body before sitting back in your lap. You hold her close, reaching around to hold her considerable bosom, using your hands as a makeshift brassiere. You enjoy the warmth of her exposed back on your bare chest as the two of you drift off to sleep in each other’s arms for the second time.

 

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Chapter 10:

 

Thankfully this year winter actually came when it was supposed to and not incredibly early like last time. It’s still really cold out though, but at least you were able to get used to it over time. Of course the cold doesn’t mean shit if you’re inside your apartment cuddling under a blanket in front of a heater with your holstaurus girlfriend. Rather than lounging on the couch, you’re on the floor with the television on to a video of a burning fireplace while the space heater mimics the heat radiating from the flames. Outside the snow is leisurely falling down to cover the surface of everything it touches; giving the trees a frosted finish and everything else a white blanket of frozen cold.

 

You’d still be sitting in a drafty dorm instead of an apartment if you were still going to college, too. At the end of the summer quarter your scholarship ran out, and since you weren’t entirely sure what you were going to do or if college was your thing, you dropped out and found a place to live with Emily while she continued studying to become a nurse. You got incredibly lucky in three ways in the process though too. Emily got a full ride scholarship, meaning that she doesn’t have to pay for anything for school; the apartment you picked together was pretty damn cheap and in a relatively nice neighborhood, not to mention within walking distance of campus; and you somehow found a job as a Human-to-Mamono/Mamono-to-Human consultant at some cushy office job purely based on the fact that you went to a prestigious school for a year.

 

Your job also pays enough money for the bills and other expenses that come with living in an apartment, plus a little extra for fun stuff like taking your cowgirl roommate/partner out on dates. There’s also the fact that once Emily graduates and gets a nursing job herself, the two of you will have even more money to spend. Pulling the monster girl a little bit closer you sigh contently, enjoying the fact that everything in your life has fallen into place in the last year or so quite well.

 

“Hey Anon.” the holstaurus speaks up from beneath the blanket, only her head poking above the thick fleece fabric.

 

“If you say ANYTHING about still having to go Christmas shopping, I’ll throw you outside.” you respond.

 

“We, and by ‘we’ I mean mostly you since I know I got most of my stuff done, still need to go out and generously give our hard-earned money to the store clerks for generously giving us their store’s products for a day that may or may not revolve around gifting people presents.”

 

Looking at you, your monster girl girlfriend smiles a little bit before you lean over and give her a tender kiss.

 

“Tomorrow, then.” you say, smiling back at the cowgirl before snuggling up to her more closely.

 

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Being you, you planned on waking up at the crack of noon before spending another hour doing nothing productive while Emily whined at you to hurry up and get ready. Planning something and it actually happening with the monster girl are two completely different things though and the alarm goes off at apparently 07:30, if the LED display is to be believed. You groan out loud, groggily searching around for the snooze button while Emily hugs you tightly; her naked breasts tightly compressed between you and her; her thick and powerful legs are wrapped around yours as the coarse brown fur scratches up your skin; the lacelike fabric of her underwear rubbing up against your pelvis. Finally finding the accursed button, you shut the buzzer up and untangle yourself from the holstaurus in bed with you.

 

“Come on Emily, time to wake up.” you say, gently rocking her still sleeping form in an attempt to rouse her.

 

“Mhm, yes Anon?” she asks, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

 

“Alarm just went off. I assume you set it this early to annoy me. Also because you haven’t actually finished Christmas shopping yet.”

 

“Guilty as charged.” the monster girl says before rising up out of bed, only to be pulled back under the sheets by your arms.

 

“Hey, who said you could leave?” you say, embracing her affectionately and giving her a deep kiss. Giggling, Emily returns your hug with her own back-breaking one as she too gives you a passionate smooch.

 

“Well I guess you won’t be getting anything from me this year if you hold me hostage in my own bed Anon.”

 

“OUR bed, Emily. But fine, you’re lucky I like presents.” Your lips linger for a bit on hers before you let go, giving her spacious ass a tight pinch afterwards.

 

She slaps you in the face with her tail after you do, bending over suggestively to sort through the drawers holding all of her clothes before stripping down right in front of you to take a shower. After taking a shower yourself and eating breakfast, you both head out to finish up the Christmas shopping that you should have done weeks before.

 

You broke tradition though of only opening gifts on Christmas day though after stopping by Emily’s parent’s house for a few hours, thoroughly embarrassing the poor cowgirl as you showed off the pair of matching tacky Christmas sweaters you got for the two of you. You also intentionally bought a sweater that was just slightly too small for her, all because you wanted to stare at her chest as it stretched out the wool a little too far.

 

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A week later you were allowed to sleep in just a little bit, but still had to wake up far too early for your tastes as Emily grew more and more impatient before finally snapping, unable to wait any longer before opening the gifts you got her. Torturing her some more, you walked as slowly as you could into the living room where the tree was, before turning to the kitchen to make yourself some coffee at a leisurely pace.

 

Most of what you got for Emily was more erotic lingerie and revealing t-shirts, although she didn’t seem to mind much. In fact, she got more and more excited after opening each box, asking you if she could try it on, which you of course agreed to. She made a conscious effort to strip her old garments off as sensually as she could, parading around her new brassiere and panties or low-cut top around the apartment a little to give you a nice show of her sexy body. You mostly got socks or some novelty item for your office in addition to the dozens of kisses from her.

 

“Thanks for the gifts Emily.” you say as the two of you cuddle up on the couch.

 

“You too Anon, although I suspect I only got all of that frilly underwear just so my boyfriend could ogle me while I wore it.” she replies, making you blush when she revealed the truth.

 

“So you’re saying that you liked all the presents that Santa got you?”

 

“Anon, I’m old enough to know that a fat man in a red suit with a white beard who delivers presents to all the little good boys and girls doesn’t exist. But if such a man did exist then yes, I say I do like them. Although I wish that I got something I really wanted this year.” she finishes gloomily.

 

“What didn’t you get this year?”

 

“’Santa’ didn’t give me a family of my own like I wanted.”

 

Smiling softly, you reach under the couch to pull out one more present addressed for her, from you. With shaking hands, she takes the small box from your hands before looking back up to you. Gently nodding, you give her the okay and she slowly starts to remove the red wrapping paper. Agonizingly slowly, the cowgirl reveals more and more of the small velvet box hidden underneath, and tears start forming in her eyes as her mind works out what she’s about to find. Opening it cautiously, the monster girl reveals the wedding ring that belonged to her father’s grandmother.

 

A week before when you were visiting Emily’s parents after finishing the last of your Christmas shopping, her father had pulled you aside in private to give you something.

 

“Now son,” he started, “Emily is really special to me, being my first daughter and all, and I can tell you care deeply about her too. This belonged to my mother’s mother, and I’ve been waiting to pass it down to one of my children, and I think that that waiting is over. Don’t waste this. Give this to her, because I know that you love her and she loves you back.” he finished after placing the ring in your hand and closing it with one of his own meaty paws.

 

Backing out of your memories you peer into Emily’s beautiful blue eyes, grasping her quivering hand as you do.

 

“Emily, I know I’ve said this before dozens of times, but I love you. I truly do. With my entire body and soul, I want to be with you forever. I don’t think I could bear to live even a single day without the love of my life with me. You had asked me what your parents were telling me last week, and now you know.” you say before you pluck the ring from its perch and slide it over the third finger of her left hand.

 

“Merry Christmas Emily.” you smile, tears now freely flowing down the holstaurus’ cheeks.

 

“A-Anon?” she croaks out.

 

“Yes Emily?”

 

“I love you.” she half-whispers, half-sobs.

 

Pulling her over, you hold the sides of her face before moving forward to lock your lips with hers. She locks up for a second before sighing heavily, and her arms creep up to hold you closer. At first you simply stay that way, holding each other close but your passion for one another takes over, and you begin fervently making out with your fiancé. Your hands caress her entire body, roaming over her torso and rubbing the most sensitive parts of her skin, mostly around her shoulders and the front of her considerable breasts. She too massages your body, albeit much more enthusiastically than you. Falling onto your back with the holstaurus straddling you, you pull away from her.

 

“Well come on Emily. You said you wanted a family so, let’s make a family.” you say with a smirk, and she grins back before stripping off her outfit, helping you to remove your pants and underwear after finishing with her clothing.

 

Instead of throwing your shirt onto the floor with the rest of your clothing, Emily instead grasps your wrists and uses your shirt to tie your hands behind your head, leaving her in total control for what’s about to happen next. Raising her body up, she clutches your hardened shaft in one hand and aligns it with her own sex before lowering her pelvis down excruciatingly slowly, eventually bottoming out with your entire member deep inside the hot confines of her body; her gigantic rear end resting atop your thighs while her own strong legs keep you from moving your hips as you wished.

 

Moaning out in bliss, the cowgirl starts rocking her vast hips back and forth before planting both of her hands on your chest and lifting her lower body up in the air only to drop it heavily back down, crashing into your pelvis violently and painfully; her sizable rump jiggling obscenely while her mammoth tits oscillate in every direction. With each increase and decrease in elevation on your prick, the monster girl riding you either gasps or sighs in pleasure as your manhood leaves and reenters her snatch. Small amounts of sexual juices begin leaking from her slit, coating both of your nether regions and whenever her luscious figure falls back down to meet yours, a loud clap that you’re all too familiar with reverberates throughout the room. Emily can now hardly control her lust as she starts bouncing wildly atop you; her entire form jiggling lasciviously; her moans of ‘oh yes’s and ‘oh god’s along with your name becoming faster and higher in pitch as the total euphoria she’s experiencing brings her closer and closer to the edge.

 

Working your way out of your improvised handcuffs, you rise up and grasp one of her massive wobbling tits in both hand and mouth and start sucking on the large teat. Immediately thick cream starts filling your mouth and you eagerly gulp it all down, damn well aware of what happened last time you nursed from the monster girl. The feeling of your manhood inside her and the sensations of you suckling from her breast sends Emily over the edge, and her pussy clamps down on you hard as the dense milk from her chest transforms into a gooey syrup, overloading your tastebuds with sugary delight. The pleasure overwhelms her and the cowgirl that was riding you collapses in your lap as you take up the reigns, thrusting voraciously into your lover. You don’t last much longer than her, and your own orgasm soon catches up with you; your body emptying as much seed as it can directly into the monster girl’s womb as you hilt yourself, filling her to the brim and then some as you give a few more token thrusts into her, expanding her belly a little bit more with your virility before letting exhaustion and sleep overtake you.

 

“I love you Anon.” Emily mumbles, already starting to close her eyes.

 

“I love you more, my future wife.” you respond, falling back onto the couch with the cowgirl atop you as you too pass out.

 

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Epilogue:

 

The all-too familiar lush front lawn, large, imposing oak trees, and full flower garden of Emily’s childhood home loom ahead of you as you trudge up the seemingly endless walkway to the front of the house. You’re nervous now, just like when you first came here about thirteen months ago right around Christmas time to meet your then-girlfriend’s parents for the first time. The next few times you visited after that were a little easier on your mind, mostly because the original shock and awe of being around her family was gone. Still, you’re sweating just a touch even in the middle of January, even when the holstaurus’ parents and younger sisters approve of you.

 

Well not entirely. Her youngest sister still is suspicious of you, but that’s just because she’s only nine years old and still believes in cooties. With this specific visit you’re anxious because you’re about to tell her entire immediate family that the two of you are engaged, even when her father was the one to tell you to man up and propose to his eldest daughter already. He even gave you his grandmother’s old ring to do it with. You’re probably just worried that there’s still that paternal instinct of a man not wanting some dude going off and marrying his daughter.

 

“Nervous Anon?” Emily asks you as the two of you walk up the porch steps.

 

“Maybe a little, I don’t know. Never really done this before.” you sigh heavily.

 

“What, your past relationships never got past the telling-your-girlfriend’s-family-that-the-two-of-you-are-getting-married stage?”

 

“Well, not exactly.” you reply, mimicking her behavior from a year ago and grinning when you figure out where she’s taking this.

 

“Are you saying that I’m you’re first real fiancée?”

 

“K-kinda.”

 

“Well don’t worry about a thing! I’ll be the best wife you’ll ever have!” the cowgirl giggles, pulling you into a tight squeeze while her hefty bosom is compressed between the two of you, and she kisses you intensely.

 

“Thanks.” you say after she lets you go. “I guess I’m just apprehensive about telling your parents about all this.”

 

“Don’t worry, everything will be fine.” she reassures you, giving you a peck on the cheek before moving over to ring the doorbell.

 

Just like last time, you can hear Emily’s youngest sister running across the house to the front door before she nearly tears it off its hinges, dashing forward again to jump into her eldest sister’s arms while giving you the stink eye. Chuckling to yourself, you ruffle the young monster girl’s hair before walking past the threshold and into the house. Smiling softly to yourself, you think about how welcoming it is. It almost seems like you’ve lived with her family your entire life. Even if you had any qualms about pledging your life to the holstaurus – which you never did – they’d definitely be gone now as you make your way through to the spacious living room and greeting Emily’s family. Her attractive mother gets a loose hug from you, mostly because of how massive her tits are; Emily’s father receives a firm handshake; and Emily’s two younger twin sisters get a friendly hug of their own. After dinner you have everyone gather around the fireplace because you and Emily had an announcement you wanted to make.

 

“I’m starting to get a feeling like having dinner together ‘just because’ isn’t the real reason why you two are visiting.” Emily’s mother says.

 

“Yeah well, we wanted this to be a bit of a surprise.” Your bride-to-be replies.

 

“Go on then, tell us.” your significant other’s father instructs.

 

“Yeah! Tell us!” Emily’s younger sister chimes in, making everyone laugh a bit.

 

“You gave me something about a month ago.” you start, directing your attention to the only other human in the room. “And I gave that something to your daughter on Christmas.”

 

“Are you saying that...?” the cowgirl’s father starts, his eyes twinkling.

 

“Yes, I’m saying that she accepted. Emily and I are getting married.”

 

Emily’s mother practically leaps from her chair, unintentionally smothering you in her bosom and you nearly suffocate in her bottomless cleavage. Gasping for air, you pull away only to be assaulted by her father as he claps you hard on the shoulder.

 

“I knew I’d find a use for that old ring.” he says, a hint of pride in his voice.

 

“No problem. I’m glad you did. Saved a ton on buying one.” you grin, making him laugh heartily and Emily glare daggers at you.

 

Leaning over, she cups a hand to your ear and whispers something that her family can’t hear. Looking at each other, you and Emily simply shrug before turning back to the five other people in the room.

 

“Something wrong, Emily?” her mother asks, one eyebrow raised questioningly.

 

“There’s something...else we wanted to tell you guys.” the holstaurus says.

 

“Well, what is it then?”

 

You look back to Emily, and she simply nods.

 

“You’re going to be an aunt...” you say to Emily’s three sisters.

 

“You’re going to be grandparents...” your future wife tells her parents.

 

You move your hand over to hold Emily’s. You look down at her soft hand, admiring the sparkling engagement ring she’s wearing on her left hand before looking back up at her family.

 

“...and I’m going to have a daughter.” the two of you finish in unison.

 

Both of her parents embrace you this time; Emily’s mother yet again unintentionally stuffs her tits in your face and her father nearly crushes your spine when he bear hugs you. All three of Emily’s younger sisters are roped in as well; all seven of you sharing a big group hug as you revel in the fact that you’re going to be having a child soon.

 

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Five months later after telling your wife’s family that you were engaged and that she was expecting a daughter, and just under four months after you two were officially married, you yet again sigh heavily as Emily calls out from across the apartment because she wants something to eat and can’t get it herself. Both of you damn well know that she’s perfectly capable of getting up from the couch to get her own snack, even if she is about twenty weeks pregnant - she’s just too fucking lazy to do it herself. You sigh again and continue to rest on the bed, and a few moments later the cowgirl calls out again, this time a little bit more imploringly.

 

Groaning loudly, you get up from the comfortable bed and walk out into the living room where your wife is sitting on the sofa watching some more television. She’s definitely changed since you were joined together in holy matrimony, mostly in the physical department. One obvious change is the fact that her stomach has grown rounder as the yet-to-be-born monster girl inside her continues to develop, although her midsection is nowhere near the size of her chest. Even before she got pregnant, those gargantuan udders sat proudly at a 34K bra size, or close to it. Now that your spouse is with child they’ve swelled beyond anything you could possibly imagine; her body’s mammary glands working overtime to produce as much nutritious milk as possible for your coming daughter. More than once you’ve had to help relieve some of the pressure on her engorged tits, and you swear you can hear them audibly slosh around with yet more nourishing cream as she adjusts her excessively curvy form when you walk past.

 

That’s another thing you’ve noticed with her. Your significant other’s entire body has been filling out, stretching out the fabric of her outfits beyond what they normally would be at and sometimes past the breaking point entirely. Her juicy thighs are certainly thicker, and her already wide hips have been pushing out ever since you impregnated her. Emily’s plump ass has also expanded, those wobbly cheeks becoming even squishier much to your delight while upsetting the poor monster girl at the same. Even her bovine horns have grown a bit, extending from around two inches long to just over four.

 

Having heeded her parent’s advice about the changes Emily’s going to go through, you’ve already had plenty of craving foods stocked in the fridge just in case your pregnant wife gets the urge to have something like spicy pickles with whipped cream or orange chicken with salad dressing. Another thing the holstaurus’ father told you was that you’re going to be spending an awful lot of time and money shopping for maternity clothing for Emily. Luckily though he still had some of her mother’s old outfits, so you were spared somewhat in that regard. One thing that you wouldn’t be ready for at first was the ‘other’ changes Emily will go through during her pregnancy. Her father wouldn’t say a word on what those ‘other’ changes were though, leaving you to wonder exactly what he meant by it.

 

You prepare the snack that your hungry wife had requested – this time a bowl of peanut butter, mustard, and sour cream. Curious as to what it tastes like, you mixed a bit of all three parts and dipped a finger into the concoction, nearly retching as the flavor of three things that should never be blended together touched your taste buds before you walk from the kitchen over to where Emily is sitting and hand her the bowl. She greedily gulps everything down, and you wonder how the hell she can eat that stuff as the now empty ceramic dish clinks on the coffee table.

 

“Thanks Anon.” she says, leaning over to give you a sloppy kiss on the cheek, her enormous breasts shifting ever so slightly inside the oversized brassiere she’s wearing as the motion of her torso disturbs them from their resting place atop her gravid belly.

 

“Anything for you my dear.” you reply, returning her affections with a kiss on her lips, making her blush slightly.

 

“There’s something else I’m hungry for Anon.” the cowgirl says, her hand moving from the cushion next to her to rest on your thigh.

 

“Oh?”

 

“Mmm, yes, and I know exactly where to get it.” she says suggestively, her soft hand now lightly rubbing your leg before brushing across your crotch to tug at the belt buckle of your trousers.

 

You grab her fondling hand and strip it away from your nether regions, much to the cowgirl’s disappointment before you surprise her by moving in to kiss her passionately, reaching around to unclasp the only thing covering her heavy bosom and freeing those velvety orbs from their silk prison. Emily moans out vociferously as you work the straps off her shoulders, letting her fertile breasts hang low and heavy atop her rounded tummy. They flow off to either side of her bulging midriff as gravity takes over, and you toss the unneeded garment over the back of the couch and start gently massaging the holstaurus’ overstuffed chest, making her moan out even more throatily. Your wife’s broad tongue starts probing the front of your lips as you kiss her some more, and you allow it to part your mouth’s entrance and enter to dance with your own tongue. Both of your breathing gets heavier as your lust continues to rise, although the monster girl’s is climbing faster as she’s being aided along by a hand or two fondling her chest. After several minutes of making out with your spouse you pull away from her only to move lower to give her heaving tits dozens and dozens of kisses, occasionally dragging your tongue across one of her wide, dark nipples and flicking the stiff bud.

 

“Come on Anon, stop teasing your horny wife.” Emily gasps.

 

Smiling, you lean in and give her another fervid kiss, holding your mouth to hers for a few seconds before kissing her cheek and moving down to her neck, shoulder, the top of one of her oversized boobs, and then her areola before slowly encompassing the entire nipple in your mouth. You feel a soft hand grasp the back of your head and forcefully push you deeper into the teat you’re on, and the pressure alone is enough to cause some of the cowgirl’s milk to squirt out over your parched tongue. You reach up to hold the loaded globe in both of your hands and you start to knead the doughy flesh in your fingers, pulling and tugging on the spongy mammary while you start sucking. Immediately sweet, gooey cream starts flooding your maw and you have trouble guzzling the sheer amount of fluid your lover is putting out, but that doesn’t stop you from trying. You swallow noisily, drinking as much of the frosted aphrodisiac as possible even as small runnels of the white stuff seep out the corners of your lips and run down your chin, only to drip onto either the couch or Emily’s sweatpants.

 

Even when you’re not sucking or squeezing, thick bouts of pearly liquid eject from her breasts and into your mouth as her body subconsciously tries to feed the person nursing from her chest. With each discharge of sugary elixir, the cowgirl gasps obscenely and she starts to try and rub her curvaceous legs together in an attempt to satiate the burning desire in her crotch. There’s at least twice as much milk in just her one breast compared to the combined outputs of both tits when you breastfed from her back in the college’s library last summer, and you’re still nursing out more. You can feel a growing heat in your loins as Emily’s love drug works its way through your system, and you feel your manhood harden from your body’s own growing libido while your testicles seemly inflate with extra seed, making it just a tad uncomfortable to be half-sitting, half-lying atop the holstaurus.

 

Somehow you’ve drank nearly all of the milk from her one breast, the fluid either flowing down your hungry throat or leaking out around your mouth to stain the couch and her pants. The monster girl must have felt her tit being drained as well because she pulls you off of her empty breast with a wet *pop* and instantly shoves you onto her other encumbered boob. She practically smothers you in titflesh, not caring about if you can breathe as her motherly instincts automatically kick in. Not being one to disappoint, you pull as hard as you can on Emily’s teat, brutally mauling the flesh with your hands as copious amounts of milk flood your mouth and pour down your esophagus.

 

Despite your stomach’s protests that it’s had plenty enough thank you very much, you continue to drink. A considerable amount of time later, your body finally says enough is enough and you detach from the cowgirl’s bosom even when there is still some cream left inside. The monster girl is breathing heavily now, and you smirk mischievously before grasping her half-empty boob and lifting it to her mouth. You hear a muffled ‘mhmpf’ from her as her own chest is thrust in her face as you start rubbing the sphere, eking out the last of the milk from her teat. Knowing what holstaurus milk does to a human, you wonder what its affect is on a monster girl and your question is answered as she brushes your hands off her tit and holds it herself, squeezing and pressing it in her hand as she swallows continually.

 

Occupying yourself with her other breast, you gently kiss the rosy flesh or suck on the sensitive skin, giving the surface the occasionally hickey. Your hands busy themselves with the rest of her body, caressing her wide hips and fat thighs or the abundance of her ass and occasionally brushing over the space between her legs. You hear another soggy *pop* as Emily finishes breastfeeding herself and you look up from her lovely bosom to see her face contorted by her intense lust for cock, and you smile before shifting your position on the sofa. You smoothly push the coffee table away with one foot as you grip the waistband of your pants and underwear, teasing your wife as you gradually reveal your throbbing member to her.

 

She leaps from her place on the loveseat to kneel on the carpet in front of you, hefting her mighty bust up to rest on your pelvis before extracting the last few dregs of milk from her breasts to act as lube for your impending titfuck. Pressing her breasts together around your rock-hard shaft, she starts lifting her heavy chest up your entire length before dropping them back down to clap lewdly against your nether regions, rubbing the hypersensitive nerves of your dick the entire time. You groan out as her ministrations continue, and she pulls her tits off of your crotch before engulfing your prick in her warm mouth. You gasp audible as she descends, and you reach forward to grip her moderately long horns as her head bobs up and down on your manhood. You start lightly humping Emily’s face as you help guide her in going down on you. Before long you’re madly thrusting your hips, making her occasionally gag as the tip and a little bit of your length goes past her tonsils and brushes against the back of her throat.

 

Pornographic slurping, sucking, and choking sounds fill your apartment as you facefuck your spouse, and soon you feel a very large orgasm welling up within you. You clutch her ivory horns hard and viciously cram her face into your groin as you unload a colossal amount of semen directly into her stomach. Your testicles, which previously had expanded to about one-and-a-half times their original size, seemingly pulsate as each glob of your jizz leaves the small orbs to flood the ravenous cowgirl. Just like the last time you fucked her and packed her full of your cum, her already rotund midsection starts swelling even more, gurgling out loud as it’s stuffed to capacity. Even when she’s already brimming with your seed, she tries her damnedest to swallow it all, her head bobbing up and down even as your pearly white fluid backs up her throat and spills out through her nose and the sides of her mouth. Somehow your scrotum is even bigger now than when you started cumming, and it doesn’t seem to be shrinking as fresh loads are ejected from your body.

 

Feeling the urge to fuck something and fuck it hard, you roughly pull Emily off your crotch before spinning her around and unceremoniously rip her sweatpants off. Jumping up from the couch, you bend your wife over the back if it before shoving your cock into her ass, even as a jet or two of semen is released to the open air to splatter somewhere on the floor. You immediately plunge in and out of Emily’s massive rear end, wet claps ringing in your ear as your pelvis smacks into her plushy bottom. Both of you moan out boorishly as you leave and reenter her backdoor, each thrust into her dark recesses bringing yet another gout of your jizz to be packed into her. Emily’s pregnant belly is bloated even more as increasingly large amounts of your cum are pushed into her. Whimpers now mix in with her moans as her skin stretches ludicrously far, and your balls finally decide it’s time to quit. You pull out of your wife before inserting your cock between her asscheeks. Each thrust from your hips brings another enormous load of jizz as you hotdog your partner, and you completely cover her giant ass in semen before spinning her around to cover the rest of her voluptuous body. You’ve turned into a one-man bukkake squad – coating her pretty face, luxurious hair, fat tits, and rotund midsection with the final few loads from your sore testicles.

 

Sighing heavily you collapse back onto the couch, letting your tired arms flop to the side as you take in the sight of your significant other. She’s absolutely covered in your semen, and if you didn’t know any better you’d think she was a spoopy ghost.

 

“Dear lord Anon, look what you’ve done to me!” Emily exclaims, hefting her dribbling chest in her arms.

 

“You got something on your nose.” you say.

 

“Really?”

 

“Yeah.” and you flick the tip of it with a finger.

 

“Anon!”

 

“Oh yeah, there’s some here, here, here, and here too.” you say, pointing to different parts of her body, all of it drenched in your jizz. Gasping out in shock, she looks at her arms and stomach before twisting around to stare at her glazed posterior, totally surprised at the sheer volume covering her skin.

 

“Anon! What got into you!?” she shouts.

 

“Probably your breastmilk, but that’s just my guess.” you reply, grinning.

 

“Next time try drenching me in your cum while we’re somewhere where getting it all over the place WON’T ruin the floor. I’m going to take a shower.” she says while walking over to the bathroom; more of your seed trickling down off her body to splat on the carpet.

 

“Don’t forget about your hair!” you yell as the monster girl closes the bathroom door behind her. You laugh as you hear her muted screams of anger before the water turns on before deciding that maybe she might need some ‘help’.

 

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You’re pretty sure you now know what Emily’s father meant by ‘other’ things when he was giving you tips on how to deal with a pregnant monster girl. Sure her body was going to fill out in all the right places, and you were going to have to constantly buy weirder food and newer clothing for your wife, but being a Mamono her libido also shot through the roof. Since your wife is a holstaurus, you also had to start milking her once every few weeks for the first few months, but that soon turned into a weekly then daily ritual for the two of you as her pregnancy passed the halfway point of the second trimester. The cowgirl’s chest has long since passed being able to fit into any of the brassieres she owns, so for a few months she went around in just a shirt before having to go topless as even those became too small for her. Each morning her breasts seemingly expanded overnight, and you spent about an hour or two each day just massaging and draining the tender flesh. Sometimes it takes longer than a few hours if you suckled from them directly for various reasons, and sometimes you’ve had to empty her ballooning tits more than once a day.

 

When you first met your spouse her boobs were right around a 34K, but you think they’re even larger than her mother’s now. Emily’s massive melons are easily the size of a very large pumpkin now if not bigger, and they’ll only be growing larger. Your coming daughter is certainly going to have plenty to eat, and you’re not going to have to worry about buying any milk anytime soon either. The rest of her body is occupying more space as well. Her already wide hips are even wider, and her considerable thighs could be confused with anacondas now. The soft mound of flesh you call her buttocks has grown a touch larger too since the last time you checked. Before her butt would simply flex whenever she walked, but now it practically jiggles whenever her shapely legs move.

 

You’ve also become intimately familiar with Emily’s oh so sexy frame in the past few weeks, mostly because the monster girl can’t control her urges and demands you fuck her relentlessly, usually to the point where she passes out from the pleasure. You don’t really mind, even if she pounces you and figuratively shreds your pants more than three times a day. Still though, the holstaurus is thirty-six weeks pregnant so you have to be extremely careful not bruise her ass as you bend her over some piece of furniture, making an absolute mess of the floor as dizzying amounts sexual fluids evacuate your bodies in the process.

 

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You have the upmost confidence in your wife, but there’s still that little bit of irrational fear that something will go wrong. She’s strong, you’re sure of it, and you were told that she’s in the care of some of the best doctors in the city. That still didn’t stop you from asking dozens of questions about what if this happens or what you should do if something goes wrong as Emily is bringing your first child into the world.  You practically disintegrate the tile floor of the waiting area as you pace back and forth, occasionally sitting down on an uncomfortable chair before getting back up again. You swear you can hear the cowgirl scream out in pain, but the receptionist assures you that you’re just imagining things. Finally someone comes out to get you after what seemed like hours later to introduce you to your newborn daughter. You can’t help but stand in the doorway with tears in your eyes as you watch the cowgirl cradle your offspring and coo sweet nothings into her ear, tickling her nose with a dainty finger. Emily looks up at you wearily as she hears you cross the threshold of the room and walk over to her hospital bed.

 

“Look at her Anon. She looks just like you.” Emily says.

 

“Nonsense. I look nothing like a holstaurus. Besides, she’s gorgeous, just like her lovely mother.” you say, leaning in to give the tired monster girl a kiss.

 

Her unrestrained pillow-like bosom wobbles obscenely underneath her snug hospital gown as she reaches up to hold your cheek to accept your display of affection, and you dearly wish you could climb into her bed and cuddle with her. Instead you simply make due with hugging her affectionately.

 

“You did wonderful, dear.” you say, your voice slightly muffled as you bury your face into her shoulder.

 

“Thank you Anon. I love you.”

 

“I love you too.” you say as you kiss your spouse again. “And I love you as well.” you finish, giving your infant daughter a kiss on the forehead.

 

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A few years later you eventually find some time to take your beautiful holstaurus wife out on your wedding anniversary. The first few times you just couldn’t go out because you felt like your daughter was just too young to not be around her parents. But now that she’s about three years old, you can feel comfortable leaving her with her grandparents as you take Emily out to a romantic candle-lit dinner and night on the town. You repurposed the tuxedo you wore at your wedding for the occasion, and your wife chose to wear a backless sparkling red gown. Since you can’t see any straps, either from her dress or anything underneath, you conclude that she’s not wearing a bra. Of course with the size of those knockers you doubt she could find one that would even fit properly anyways.

 

The stacked cowgirl’s breasts stretch out the front of her dress, and you feel like she intentionally picked one that was low-cut and just a little too snug around her chest. Her outfit absolutely captivates you by showing off her deep, dark, squishy cleavage while her expansive hips and pliable rear end also strain against her outfit. Although you can’t see her sexy legs move under the dress your mind fills in the blanks for you. Your spouse went without shoes on the account of having hooves for feet, but the hard keratin lumps still click on the ground much like high heels would. You really wish you could walk behind the monster girl and ogle her swaying hips and bouncing rear end, but your partner insisted on walking together arm-in-arm as you head back to your hotel room after dinner. You share yet another loving smooch as you ride the elevator up a few floors to your room, and you kiss your wife again as you hold the door open for her.

 

“You’re the best, Anon.” Emily says as you join her to rest on the large bed.

 

“How many times do I have to tell you? I’m the best husband, but you’re the best wife.” you retort, smiling softly before leaning over to give the holstaurus an affectionate hug.

 

“Fine, be that way. You’re the best ‘husband’. But I still think you’re just plain the best.” she pouts in mock anger before kissing you deeply.

 

“You’re the best, Emily.” you whisper into her ear, and your wife smiles widely before swooping you up in her loving arms and the two of you roll around on the bed together, giggling like children. A minute or so later the cowgirl stops trying to tickle you only to look into your eyes as you prop yourself up on your arms next to her.

 

“C-can I ask you something Anon?” Emily asks.

 

“Anything for you.”

 

“I-I know we haven’t been able to spend some quality time alone together in a while, so can you do something for me please?”

 

“Of course my dear.” you say.

 

“I know you love me and I love you, so can we make love to each other again?”

 

With a warm smile, you lean over and kiss your spouse ever so slightly and as you pull away, you can see small tears budding in the corners of her deep blue eyes before she hauls you in to crash her lips against yours. Skipping the normal stuff, the two of you go straight to French-kissing each other as your hands roam all over each other, caressing the other person’s body as much as possible. Rather than stop the heavy petting and make-out session, you instead work your way out of your suit and tie while trying to unzip the back of Emily’s red dress while your tongues dance with each other. Of course fondling and kissing someone is impossible while removing a gown they’re wearing, but as soon as the red fabric leaves her shoulders and hits the floor, you’re already locking lips with the cowgirl.

 

Already stripped bare yourself you waste no time in removing your wife’s underwear before gently entering her, making her gasp slightly and breaking the seal around your lips. She lifts her powerful legs around to rest atop yours as her arms wrap around your torso and push you into her squishy chest, signifying that she wants you to start. Picking up where you left off you resume making out with your significant other as you start thrusting tenderly, making her moan out blissfully whenever your pelvis meets hers. The bed creaks audibly when you push back into Emily, and when you do her monumental breasts wobble and move around depravedly.

 

The monster girl is now crying out your name constantly, only stopping her salacious begging to kiss you passionately as you continue making love to her. Her staccato moans increase in tempo and pitch as your thrusts morph between short and fast, deep and hard, or somewhere in between. Her inevitable climax soon hits her, and her slick walls clamp down on your prick as ripples form at the base of your manhood before flowing all the way up to the tip. You only last a few short thrusts later before you bury yourself up to the hilt and unload half a dozen thick ropes of jizz into the deepest part of her sex. You give the monster girl a few more token thrusts and when you pull out you realize that instead of going soft, your dick is still rock-hard. Shrugging to yourself, you lay back down on the bed to snuggle with your wife in post-coitus.

 

“I love you Anon. So, so much.” Emily says, pulling you tightly against her and kissing you over and over.

 

“I love you so, so much more.” you say, smiling softly while giving Emily a wet smooch and holding it there for several seconds. Resuming your cuddling, you can’t help but notice that you’re still at full mast a few minutes later.

 

“Hey Emily, do you mind getting on your hands and knees?” you ask her.

 

“Wh-what for?” she pants, still slightly exhausted and out of breath.

 

“Because I’m not done making love to my gorgeous wife.”

 

Emily leaps into your arms and hugs you tightly before kissing you deeply and pulling away, getting on all fours like you asked. Kneeling down yourself and thanking Ivan Pavlov, you align your rigid member with the cowgirl’s still-wet hole. When you probe the entrance, the monster girl subconsciously pushes back against your cock and you ‘unintentionally’ slide in all the way to the base. The holstaurus that you’re currently buried inside moans out lewdly when she feels your groin clap against her giant backside. She shifts her grip from the sheets to the headboard and you smirk mischievously before taking a hold of her voluminous hips and pull out of her snatch agonizingly slowly. Stopping right before the head of your shaft leaves her, you squeeze on her thick waistline before plunging back in hard. As soon as you feel the mild sting when your crotch smacks against her liberal backside with a meaty clap, you switch directions and pull out again before pushing back when you reach the end of the line.

 

Emily moans and cries out when your pelvis crashes into the abundance of her ass, and her heavy breasts hang low on her torso, occasionally cracking against the headboard as they sway to and fro with every push you make. She climaxes again, shouting your name out loud enough for nearly everyone in the immediate vicinity of your hotel room to hear, and you power through her third orgasm of the night. Unable to hold on any longer under the constant assault on her senses, your spouse loses her grip on the wood in front of her and collapses face-first into the soft pillows below. Emily’s body all but shuts down the most essential functions as you continue to screw her doggy-style, and she can only gasp and moan as her nether regions are battered by your ruthless fucking. You ride her out through her fourth, fifth, and even sixth orgasm of the night before you climax again, thrusting in as deep and as hard as you can and bellowing out your lover’s name. She goes over the edge with you, practically mooing in ecstasy as her beaten and tired body weakly responds to the sensation of more of your semen flooding her depths. You pull out of her again and drop heavily onto the soft mattress, helping the exhausted monster girl back upright.

 

“You – hah – you sure know how to show a girl a good time, A-Anon.” Emily says wearily.

 

“Glad you feel that way, my love.” you respond, giving the cowgirl a passionate kiss. You cuddle with her some more, but before long the urge in both of you rises once more.

 

“Hey Anon, wanna go again?” your partner asks, cupping her hands under her vast bosom suggestively. You grin wickedly before hoisting her up and onto your lap, letting her straddle you as her plump chest hangs right in front of your face.

 

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It’s a bright, warm summer day, and you’re out with your holstaurus wife Emily and your three youngest children, one of whom is still an infant. The other two, the four year old twins, are running around the playground in the park near your house while you sit back on the wooden bench watching them. Your baby daughter starts fussing a bit in her stroller, so you fish her out of the comfortable basket and cradle her in your arms, shushing her with a no-name song. You spot your children’s mother walking back over to where you’re seated, and when you make eye contact with her she gives you a little wave.

 

Smiling to yourself, you take pleasure in the fact that when you were just starting to go to college what seems like years ago, fate had decided that you would be sitting next to the prettiest woman you had ever seen on your first day – the same pretty woman you can now call your stunning wife. Over the years the cowgirl’s changed in so many ways, but she’s still the same monster girl you fell in love with. With a heavy sigh Emily lowers her pregnant form onto the bench next to you, and you hand her your fretful daughter. She does have a little bit of trouble holding the young holstaurus though, mostly because your spouse’s mountainous udders are easily three times as big as your head now, but also because she’s nearly nine months pregnant with twins. Now that certainly surprised you when you found out she was going to have another set instead of just one child.

 

You had one child the first time she got pregnant, then about three years later you got your wife pregnant again with another single daughter. Then just a year after your second daughter was born Emily wanted you to make love to her again and you ended up giving her twins. Three years later you had another daughter, who’s now one year old and currently in the arms of your lover. After this child-bearing phase is over you’ll have seven children, all holstauri just like their mother. In the back of your mind you feel like after she lets her body recover properly, Emily is going to want to ride you all night again. To be fair, you don’t mind it when she demands you fuck her and make her pregnant.

 

“Look at her, isn’t she sweet when she’s tired like this?” the monster girl says, showing you your infant daughter, who’s now sleeping soundly.

 

“Yeah, she is.” you say, gently brushing a loose strand of brown hair out of your daughter’s eyes.

 

“I’m just so happy right now, more so than usual.” your wife starts. “I’m outside on a gorgeous summer day, two of my kids are having fun playing on the swings, my littlest daughter is asleep in my arms, and the man I love the most gives me so much love in return that I’m going to have two more lovely daughters soon.”

 

“The things I do for you.” you chuckle before leaning over to give Emily an affectionate smooch.

 

“I love you, Anon.”

 

“I love you too, Emily.”

 

 

END.